weather

The sky is clear, the air feels light,
The sunshine glows, a golden sight.
A breeze flows softly, cool and sweet,
A calm forecast, the day’s a treat.
But clouds appear, they gather fast,
The wind grows wild, the calm won’t last.
A drizzle falls, the streets are wet,
The rhythm of rain is gently set.
The humidity rises, the air feels thick,
A storm approaches, its shadows stick.
Thunder roars, and lightning flashes,
A downpour comes, in heavy splashes.
When hail arrives, the noise is loud,
Ice pellets falling from the cloud.
The fog creeps in, the world turns gray,
Mist surrounds, it hides the day.
Winter comes, the air grows chilly,
Frost forms crystals, pure and silly.
Snowflakes drift, they fall so light,
A perfect blizzard, cold and white.
Summer’s heat, the air feels dry,
The temperature climbs high in the sky.
A heatwave strikes, the people sweat,
The scorching days we won’t forget.
Spring arrives with gentle rain,
The flowers bloom, the earth’s terrain.
Rainbows arch as the skies turn blue,
A moment of magic, a peaceful view.
Autumn whispers with crisp cool air,
Leaves turn colors, beyond compare.
A gust of wind sweeps through the trees,
Branches sway in the autumn breeze.
Tripsteps makes these words so clear,
I learn them all without a fear.
From hailstorms fierce to snowflakes white,
The weather’s wonders feel so bright.
Tornadoes twist, their power strong,
The hurricane sings a mighty song.
Yet calm returns, the skies turn gold,
Weather shifts, its tales are told.
With forecasts, clouds, and sunshine’s gleam,
Weather flows like a vivid dream.
Tripsteps guides my every rhyme,
Learning’s easy, one word at a time.