JR (1943 / USA)


Raindrops race towards an earthly trip
forming puddles for feet to slip
Snow's slow flutter abstains from sound
Yet, hail’s furry on eardrums pound
A light mist enlivens an onerous face
Where as a dreary fog veils an unseen place
A gentle breeze speaks softly a dulcet sound
But, tornadoes twist allusions of firm ground
Whether we’re in from the weather or whether we're out
Indeed, weather gives us an in to talk about

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this is gorgeous! You manage to weave sound in between the descriptions of different weather patterns, which gives the poem it's own particular beat.