Weather Poems

Weather Ways

~ Vivian Couled

Whatever the weather

we have it each day.

It's hot,

or it's cold,

or it's sunny,

or gray.

It's blowy,

or snowy,

or rainy,

or clear.

There's SOME kind of weather

each day of the year.

When It Rains, It Rains

~Bill Martin, Jr.

When it snows, it snows

When it fogs, it fogs

When it blows, it blows

When it's hot, it's hot

When it's cold, it's cold

When you're young, you're young

When you're old, you're old

When I'm happy, I'm happy

When I'm sad, I'm sad

When I'm good, I'm good

But when I'm bad...

I'm perfectly horrible!

The Fog

~Author Unknown

I like the fog

It's soft and cool,

It hides everything

On the way to school.

I can't see a house

I can't see a tree,

Because the fog

Is playing with me.

The sun comes out

The fog goes away,

But it shall be back

Another day.

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

~Carl Sandburg

Who Has Seen the Wind?
by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang
trembling, the wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I:
but when the trees bow down their
heads, the wind is passing by.

White sheep, white sheep on a blue hill

When the wind stops, you all stand still

White sheep, white sheep, where do you go?

~Christina Rosseti

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One spring day the big round sun

Winked at a cloud just for fun.

That  dark gray cloud thundered and cried,

Scattering raindrops on all outside.

Clouds--clouds

Black and gray,

Heavy with water  to drop all day.

Sun--sun

Is breaking through,

Clouds are moving,

The rain stops, too.

Rainbow--rainbow

Across the sky,

See through colors

To tickle my eyes.

So Long As There's Weather

~Author Unknown

Whether it's cold or

whether it's hot,

I'd rather have weather

whether or not

it's just what I'd choose.

Summer or Spring or

Winter or Fall--

any weather is better than no weather

at all.

Clouds

~Charles Ghigna

Clouds are fluffy, puffy things

That drift across the sky

They fill our eyes with fairy tales

Whenever they pass by

Some look like boats and sailing ships

Sometimes a swan or queen

The sky is full of fantasy

It's nature's movie screen

Come see the many magic scenes

In heaven demonstration

It only takes a glance on high

And your imagination

Sunflakes

~Frank Asch

If sunlight fell like snowflakes

gleaming yellow and so bright,

we could build a sunman,

we could have a sunball fight.

We could watch the sunflakes drifting in the sky,

We could go sleighing in the middle of July,

Through sundrifts and sunbanks,

We could ride a sunmobile,

And we could touch sunflakes--

I wonder how they feel?

Raindrops

rain
drops
drip
down
all
day
long.

drip down,
slip down,
splashing out their song.

thunder-crashing
splishing
splashing,
slipping,
dripping,

raining down
their rainy
raindrop
song.

!~Helen H. Moore

 

Weather

Horrible Weather
Staying in bed weather
Cuddling up close weather
Ignoring the world weather

Warm Weather
Go for swim weather
Take a walk weather
Picnic weather

~Alison Smith

THOUGHTS OF A POEM CRITIC

I wish the poems brought to me
Were much more like they ought to be,
With sense and purpose in the lines,
With less of trees, and flowers, and vines,
Without the hackneyed pale moonlight,
But entertaining, truthful, bright,
With cadence suited to the theme
And flow of thought a sparkling stream.

I think if I should ever find
A poet like I have in mind,
Whose vision is clear, whose sense is keen,
Whose verses say just what they mean,
One who presents delightful thoughts
To older folks or little tots,
I'd build for him a fitting shrine
And read his poems, every line.

George W. Mindling
Official in Charge
Weather Bureau Office
Atlanta, Georgia
March 29, 1939
 

 

INTRODUCING THE WEATHER MAN

In the paper one Sunday the editor's page
Gave a big lot of space to the Weather Man sage
Where it told how he hit the old nail on the head
With predictions resulting just like he had said.
 
But it never did mention the failures of late
That were known to the Weather Man date after date
When he called for the clouds and the downpouring rain,
Yet there came not a drop for the unsprouted grain.
 
So the Weather Man wondered, ''What response can I make?
I must pinch myself hard; am I really awake?
I never deserved this acclaim so profuse,
And so when I am right they just treat it like news.

George W. Mindling
Official in Charge
Weather Bureau Office
Atlanta, Georgia
March 29, 1939

 

 

CUMULUS
Clouds are thick layers of soft sheep wool. Clouds are fat, fluffy friends. Clouds are giant Pillsbury Dough Boys. Clouds are like popcorn. Clouds are like bubbles in a bathtub. Clouds are swirls of vanilla ice cream

 

 

CIRRUS
Crystals falling from the sky Icy, cold they land on my tongue Running, catching as many as I can Resting, falling gently on my face Using them to make icy patterns Shivering, ready for hot chocolate

 

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CUMULONIMBUS
I am a thunderhead I smell rain I hear the crack of thunder I feel the charge of lightening I taste the icy hail I see the jet black sky I am a thunderhead

 

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NIMBOSTRATUS
It's winter time, the snow is here, It's so pretty this time of year! Blizzards come and blizzards go, But that happened a long time ago. When the sun comes, the snow will melt, It will melt on me, Because I am only a snowman.

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	Drizzle . . .
	The soft, wet raindrops slowly fall from the big, black cloud, and hit the ground.

 

 

Poems submitted by Carol Mitchell, Poquoson Elementary School, Poquoson, Virginia, USA, for the NASA's SCHOOL Project.