WEATHER
You are a beam of lightning
Waiting for your time to strike.

You are the growling thunder
In the dead of night.

You are the snowflake prancing through
the sky like a graceful deer.

You are the fog in the distance
struggling to smile.

You are the wind pacing
your way through the town
trying to make everyone frown.

You are the shining sun
blinding me in the lovely summer
Mornings.

You are a single raindrop waiting to fall
from a heavy cloud in the depts of the sky.

You are the saddest slush waiting for
A friend to fall.

You are an icicle, as cold as a snowman
With no hat or scarf.

You are the stormy winters morning
Trying to scare me .

You are the end.