At first the bare blue sky,

With not a single cloud floating by,

The sun beating down like never before,

Someone yet says, climate change no more.

Then comes fragments of little white clouds,

Decorating the sky with abstractness,

Bringing the breeze for some soberness,

Picturesque, nevertheless.

The clouds change color from blue to gray,

Covering the sky majorly,

The wind picks up speed,

Heating the earth a little more,

With a little thunder and lightning,

The sky thereatens of shattering,

Yet waiting for some more battering.

Finally when it couldn’t hold on more,

Comes down the shower of water cold,

Making things look new like never before,

The weather changes on it’s own.

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