Weather Sun says to the cloud Move along please It's time for my shift Cloud says to the sun I came from the east I will leave with the drift Sun replies to cloud It's the end of your lease My light gives a lift Cloud answers again That is just a tease My water is a gift Sun in return says With no light things cease Plants will begin to shift Cloud snaps back Without water you see Plants will become stiff Moon was listening I really want some peace I will solve your tiff Moon suggests Cloud will rain After sun has fatigued Sun can shine After cloud met his need Sun and cloud agreed To share the sky together Creating all kinds of weather ©Schizology Weather #weather #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #clouds
