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April Showers Bring May Flowers: Weather in Poetry and Song
What is the Weather?
What is the weather?
What is the weather?
What is the weather?
(clap!) Today?

Mrs. Karst, CA

Weather
Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We’ll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.

traditional

Rain
Rain on the green grass
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the house top,
But not on me

traditional

The Rain is Raining all Around
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree;
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships
at sea.

Robert Lewis Stevenson

A Kite
I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky.
And ride upon the breeze and go,
Which ever way I chance to Blow!   

anonymous

Little Wind
Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind blow up the sunshine,
Little wind, blow off the rain.

Kate Greenaway

You are my Sunshine
You are my sunshine
my only sunshine
You make me happy
when skies are grey
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you,
Please don't take
my sunshine away.

traditional folk song

Clouds
White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

Christina Rossetti

Who Has Seen The Wind?
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.

Christina Rossetti

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