The Weather Report

James Kassam McAlister

 

I looked into the sky one day:

It seemed a storm was on the way!

At morning there had been no sun;

By afternoon it had begun.

 

For wintertime, the heat was high.

The dark clouds, spread across the sky

Like misty blankets, blue and grey,

All dark and heavy, hid the day.

 

A storm was coming, cold and wet:

And all my plans would be upset  

By hail and snow, or rain and lightning;

But either way, it would be frightening.

 

Several cloud types I could spy

As I stared up into the sky -

The stratocumulus near the ground, 

While altocumulus high were found.

 

Cumulonimbus clouds piled high,     

Dark and towering in the sky.

All these cloud types grouped together

Showed there’d be some nasty weather!

 

Though I had made big plans that day,

A wicked storm was on its way;

And then it broke -- and so I sighed,                     

Because I had to stay inside.

 

© 2008, JKM