Dull, dark, slow to be seen
Drifing across the graveyards deep,
While the bones lay dead and asleep.
Silet but deadly it prowls about,
Hanging low, the only way to go.
Old, slither, some.
The mist over here has just begun.

Pouring, hammering, rage of hoofs
To many drops to count,
Spitting, snarling, hammeing down.
Giving new life to all around.
Dry to new, modern turns old,
Slam, pitter, pat
The rain, from shelter needs hads been sat.

Golden, glinting, glisten
Makes the dew look new and refreshed
Swealtering hot, under this spot, the tree give cover
Meling, roasting, hot
The sun like a flame, the flame is to us.

Nevertheless these may be great,
But the most marvel of all is still to wait.
Coming through, great and strong,
Bold, outragous, new
The rainbow to new to you
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Bright blue to match her eyes
Indigo
Violet

Boldy striped, striked across the sky
The Life of the weather will never never die.