The gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Carries secrets of the night’s serene release.
As dawn unveils its golden embrace,
Clouds gather, painting dreams in lace.

The afternoon sun, bold and bright,
Casts shadows long, a dance with light.
Yet, in the distance, thunder’s call,
Hints of rain that soon may fall.

Twilight descends with a cool, soft sigh,
As stars emerge in the velvet sky.
The wind sings songs of distant lands,
As night enfolds in its gentle hands.

Seasons shift in their endless ballet,
Weather’s tale in night and day.
In every breeze and every stormy tether,
Lies the poetry of ever-changing weather.