weather is grey like a Russian blue cat
the sky casts a cloud so thick you felt as if you saw a ghost that is not friendly like Casper
trees is tilting on one side like the boot in Italy
winds so powerfully strong like a body builder lifting up a car
breeze circulate the air with grace, its a touch and feel of the fall
no matter what, i will always be walking tall
when mother nature is angry, she is shouting with screams to never underestimate her rage
she will make you feel like a little bird name tweety and tells you to stay inside your cage
as the winds are blowing east, here comes the rain taking charge like a running back heading for the end zone
don't try to overpower precipitation or you will wear a dunce cap that looks like a cone
i'm thankful to wake up each day
i know when i see mother nature yells, like a pilot flying to land a plane safely, i'll shout "may day", "may day"