Weather Poems

The wind is roaring in the hollows;

      Dancing over land and seas

And whipping waves upon the oceans;

      Stripping leaves off all the trees.


It causes plants to shake and shiver;

    Whistles down the chimney pots.

It sends the storm clouds racing forwards,

     Catching sails upon the yachts.


The gates and fences cry in anguish;

     People’s hats are carried high;

But, when you awake tomorrow morning,

    You’ll find the wind has said: 'Goodbye.'


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