Beneath the azure sky so wide,
The sun’s warm kiss upon the tide,
A gentle breeze begins to play,
Whispering secrets of the day.

The clouds assemble, soft and white,
A ballet in the morning light,
They gather, shift, and then disperse,
In nature’s dance, a silent verse.

The rain descends in silver streams,
A lullaby that weaves through dreams,
Each droplet tells a tale untold,
Of mysteries that skies unfold.

As twilight falls, the stars ignite,
A canvas of eternal night,
The weather’s song, both fierce and mild,
Forever changing, free and wild.