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                   Fog
            The fog comes
           on little cat feet.

            It sits looking
         over harbour and city
          on silent haunches
          and then moves on.
              Carl Sandburg




                The Fog
             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.



      Whether the weather is hot.
      Whether the weather is cold.
We'll be together, whatever the weather,
                Whether we like it or not!



                    The Playful Wind
             The wind came out to play today
             It blew the clouds out of its way
          It blew the leaves, and away they flew
      The trees bent low, and their branches did too.



              I like to see a thunder storm,
                         A dunder storm,
                             A blunder storm,
              I like to see it, black and slow,
              Come stumbling down the hills.

              I like to hear a thunder storm,
                         A plunder storm,
                             A wonder storm,
              Roar loudly at our little house
                And shake the window sills!
                    Elizabeth Coatsworth




                   I'm a Frozen Icicle
Children can pretend to be icicles while chanting this poem.
          I'm a frozen icicle, hanging in the sun.
                   First I start to melt,
                   Then I start to run.
                   Drip, drip, drip, drip,
                    Melting can be fun.
                       Donna Mullenix




                         The Rain
                 Pitter-patter raindrops,
                   Falling from the sky.
                   Here is my umbrella
                        To keep me safe and dry.
                          When the rain is over
                       And the sun begins to glow,
                       Little flowers start to bud
                      And grow and grow and grow.



                           The Big Round Sun

 The big round sun in the springtime sky (form large circle with arms)
            Winked at a cloud that was passing by. (wink eye)
The little cloud laughed as it scattered rain, (flutter fingers downward)
 Then out came the big round sun again. (form large circle with arms)



                            Little Raindrop
                  This is the sun, high up in the sky.
                A dark cloud suddenly comes sailing by.
                       These are the raindrops,
                           Pitter, pattering
                                 down.
                      Watering the flower seeds
                     That grow under the ground.



                         Raindrops Raindrops
                        Are such funny things.
                  They haven't feet or haven't wings.
                     Yet they sail through the air
                      With the greatest of ease,
                       And dance on the street
                        Wherever they please.



                       Let's Count the Raindrops
                Let's count the raindrops as they pour:
               one million, two million, three million, four.
                              (Alan Benjamin)
                   Rain Rain
         Rain rain falls on the street,
       mud in puddles cleaning my feet.
      Thunder thunder rumble and roar,
    close the windows and lock the door.
        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.



                Wind Pictures
 Look! There's a giant stretching in the sky,
  A thousand white-maned horses flying by,
 A house, a mother mountain with her hills,
       A lazy lady posing in her frills,
   cotton floating from a thousand bales,
      And a white ship with white sails.

  See the old witch fumbling with her shawl,
     White towers piling on a castle wall,
  the bits of soft that break and fall away,
Airborne mushrooms with undersides of gray -
   Above, a white doe races with her fawn
    On the white grass of a celestial lawn.
      Lift up your lovely heads and look
   As wind turns clouds into a picture book.
                 Mary O'Neill




             Wonderful Weather
      I like to watch the way the wind
           can spin a weather vane.
          I like to wear my big blue boots
              to splash with in the rain.

         I like to ride my bright red sled
                on cold snowy days.

         I like to feel the sun's warm rays
          when I wade in the ocean waves.

             Wind, rain, snow, and sun
              Every kind of weather
              is wonderful and fun!



                    Umbrella Fun
           Umbrellas are for make-believe
                The one I have is red.
 I twirl it upside down and it's a carousel instead.
 I use it for a parachute (I don't jump very far.)
              Or else I walk a tightrope
               On the shadow of a bar
            I think it must be magic, too.
My mother was upset the day it vanished in the rain
                And I got soaking wet.



                   Falling Snow
  See the pretty snowflakes falling from the sky,
 On the walk and housetop, soft and thick they lie.

   On the window ledges, on the branches bare,
   Oh, how fast they gather, filling all the air.

  Look into the garden, where the grass is green;
  Covered now by snowflakes, not a blade is seen!

All the bare black bushes now look soft and white,
      Every twig is laden-what a pretty sight.
                   author unknown
                Clouds
        White sheep, white sheep
             On a blue hill,
         When the wind stops
           You all stand still,
          You walk away slow.
        White sheep, white sheep
           Where do you go?
              Christina Rossetti




       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.



         Rain, rain go to Spain,
       Never show your face again.
                 Traditional




             Rain, rain go away,
          Come again another day,
    Little (child's name) wants to play.
                 Traditional




          Rain on the green grass
   (flutter fingers down to the ground)
            And rain on the tree.
         (flutter finger over head)
         Rain on the housetop,
   (make upside-down "V" with arms)
            But not on me.
                Traditional




                  Clouds
What's fluffy, white, and floats up high,
   Like piles of ice cream in the sky?
And when the wind blows hard and strong,
         What brings the rain?
         What brings the snow?
    That showers down on us below?



                 Sunflakes
     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'd feel.
                Frank Asch




        Rain ,Rain Falling Down
         Rain, rain falling down,
          Falling on the ground.
      Pitter,patter, pitter,patter,
          What a lovely sound.
              Susan A. Miller
                 Five Umbrellas
         Five umbrellas stood by the door,
 The red one went outside, then there were four.
       Four umbrellas, pretty as could be,
The blue one went outside, then there were three.
       Three umbrellas with nothing to do,
The green one went outside, then there were two.
       Two umbrellas not having much fun,
 The yellow one went outside, then there was one.
       Just one umbrella alone in the hall,
  The purple one went outside, and that was all.



                   Weather
                Weather is hot,
                Weather is cold,
              Weather is changing
              As the weeks unfold.

                Skies are cloudy,
                 Skies are fair,
               Skies are changing
                   In the air.

                 It is raining,
                It is snowing,
                  It is windy
             With breezes blowing.

                Days are foggy,
                Days are clear,
              Weather is changing
              Throughout the year!
                  Meish Goldish




             Snow Towards Evening
  Suddenly the sky turnded gray,
               The day,
  Which had been bitter and chill,
         Grew soft and stil.
               Quietly
From some invisible blossoming tree
  Millions of petals cool and white
          Drifted and blew
           Lifted and flew,
     Fell with the falling night.
               Melville Cane




    The snow fell gently all the night.
   It made a blanket soft and white.
 It covered houses, flowers and ground
     But did not make a single sound.



It's fun to walk in the sparkling snow,
    And hear my boots go crunch,
            I play so hard.
       Soon I'm wet and tired
 And ready for hot soup with lunch.



       Walking in the Snow
   Let's go walking in the snow.
    Walking, walking, on tiptoe.
  Lift your one foot way up high.
   Then the other to keep dry.
   All around the yard we skip.
 Watch your step or you might slip!

				
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