Weather

The red-yellowish ball emits its light;
A light so bright that folks make hay
To stack away;
That in case the clouds decide to cry
They hide in shells and munch on meat till
The red-yellowish ball appears once more.

Some love it when their feet splash in mud;
When the land beneath their feet feels like mashed potatoes.
Lads and Lasses come out to bask the heavy drops mother nature drops
And when they see the anger of Thor,
Usain Bolt takes over.

There are seasons coupled with special seasons;
Snowflakes sprinkled on rooftops and clustered together;
Water bodies surrender their motion,
and the weather has folks wearing leather.
Despite the cold, two birds still share the same nest.
and the heart still beats with warmth.

Run! The wind is furious!
Trees have gotten a hunchback,
And the heavy light are adrift
Do you hear the sound?
The wails for the fallen;
The ferocious wind has carried them home;
Weather the crisis for the weather is here to stay.