On this typically bleak English-weather day
Rain poured from the open sky
Drenched the pedestrians
And brought the umbrellas and hoods up high

On a slightly more romantic sounding tone
Showers sprinkled from the heavens above
To refresh the floral and faunas
And adorn the sky with a rainbow curve.

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The hush of early morning
before the dawn breaks through
The murmuring of the sleeping earth
covered by the morning dew

In the mist
the luminous ghost of yesterday
fades into a memory
Tranquil is my soul in sleep

as golden rays of light
move silently, through every dark, and secret place
Chiming bells, from a church near by
Sounds of song birds, in tree tops high
The rustle of leaves, moved by the wind
I listen, to nature's melody
As a cool breeze, chilled by the night
caresses my cheeks
I rejoice in the splendor
as morning comes to life.

Author: someone else.
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It's been raining, drizzling, sunny, warm and cold these days. But while the weather maintains its fickle-mindedness, my inner-weather forecast finally decided to pattern after that of the tropics'.