How heavy fell the rain that day From burdened clouds of mournful grey. The torrent forced them stay their height - Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill As mud embraced that sodden hill; But mind of mine had elsewhere gone - 'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears To camouflage my sneaking tears - Whence now did swell such floods of pain To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we: This rain, myself, in harmony.
This poem relates to the subject because it talks about the weather but also describes it using personification and creative language.
Flare Baby Flare by Udiah
The age dawns, the weather fair Nature warms, without a care To the North, the winter's cold A storm rages, from what I'm told Faraway, the surface flares Intense heat, with increased glare
A time lag, from there to here Waves arrive, earth's atmosphere To the North, electrons barged Dance the sky, crystallites charged Waves of light, to those aware Color night, beyond compare
Warming trends, begin right there Increased waves, excite the air Molecules in microwaves Together rub, and so behave It's the same with solar flares Greenhouse effect, but with God's care
Happy New Year! 2013 The Age of Aquarius, so begins
This poem relates to the subject because it talks about the weather changing and how we affect the weather and Global Warming and such.
As the Cold Wind Blows by Troy Nichols
As the cold wind blows I smile and laugh As the cold wind blows Im warm and safe As the cold wind blows The fire inside is hot As the cold
wind blows My love is not for naught As the cold wind blows My love keeps me warm As the cold wind blows I feel only this love Warming me making me The man I am today As the cold wind blows I know soon this cold wind will blow away.
This poem relates to the subject by using repeated sentences about the weather. It decribes it and relates it to himself.
Confused Atmosphere by Bob Gotti
Mother Nature may be confused, just like those, who have used, This demeaning title to describe, the very God they have denied, The Lord God, Who orders all, weather patterns, great and small, He may never enter their minds, while stirring weather of all kinds.
Confused He isn't or will not be, for He is The Lord of all Eternity, He is God of Order, up above; controlling weather men speak of, And they truly don't understand, He controls the weather at hand, Confusing only meteorologists, who dream Mother Nature exists.
They forecast the weather to come, not aware of where it is from, Knowing not who is really behind, the weather they bring to mind, Being shaken and very surprised, when it's not as they surmised,
But taking credit from their peers, for saying good weather nears.
Often times, you may even note, as weather is good some gloat,
About the returning of the sun, as if, it's something they've done, Even though they may shy away, as bad weather comes our way, Almost with a real reverence to, The Lord, to whom it is truly due.
For He is The Creator of this earth, Ruler over the whole universe, He has, and always will control, all weather patterns, big or small, With change meteorologists see, that fools the latest technology, And it's those who have refused, God's Truth, who are confused.
This poem is comparing the weather to God, it's explaining that Mother Nature doesn't exist and we should stop trying to understand and predict it and allow God to do His work.