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 depths 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.