The weather - eng

The sky is clear, the sun shines bright,
No sign of clouds, the day feels light.
A gentle breeze begins to blow,
The warmth it brings, a steady flow.
By noon the air turns humid, warm,
A signal of a summer storm.
The clouds roll in, they turn to gray,
A drizzle starts and paves the way.
The wind grows strong, a gusty chill,
The storm arrives, it shakes the hill.
Thunder roars, the lightning strikes,
The rain pours down in endless spikes.
By evening, skies are calm and blue,
The fog appears with morning dew.
A frost will form as night sets in,
A quiet cold lies deep within.
Tripsteps helps me understand,
From hail to mist, it’s all so grand.
Learning weather is such delight,
Each new word feels clear and right.
The heatwave scorches summer’s day,
The temperature rises, it burns away.
Snowflakes fall in winter’s glow,
A chilly calm from head to toe.
Blizzards rage and hailstones fall,
Nature’s might will astound us all.
The air is dry, the winds are fair,
A sudden breeze lifts through the air.
The seasons shift, from warm to cold,
Each weather type a story told.
Showers, gales, and sunny rays,
Mark the rhythm of our days.
Tripsteps teaches every clue,
With words like drizzle, hail, and dew.
Now I know each change in skies,
Speaking weather makes me wise.
Through the seasons, year by year,
Each type of weather feels so near.
From sunny spells to storms ahead,
I’ve learned it all, the words are said.