The wind it howls like a foxes call then all of a sudden the rain starts to fall.
Wind and rain they nearly always come together, but there isn't a soul that can sort out our weather.
When winter comes the wind can nip with a frosty bite and those are the days when the rain stays out of site.
The wind brings blizzards that form drifts of snow causing hazardous driving and tales of woe.
Freezing cold nights and mornings of frost, Farmers out looking for lambs that are lost.
Snow on the ground all wet and damp, chilled to the bone and toes with cramp.
Then up goes the temperature and down comes the rain, the snow disappears but the wind gets up again.
Then it heads down the chimney with an horrendous howl as it enters the house like a ghost on the prowl.
Rain now falling like soldiers at war as the wind forces them into battle so down come more; then up comes a storm like never before.
New doors open as spring starts to arrive
Daffodils growing but how do they survive, when March winds blow like bats out of hell does this spring time weather have a fairy like spell.
Plenty of rain and plenty of green, but no thunder and lightening which is a rare spring scene; so we move on to summer where the storm can be mean.
Hurricane forced winds whipped up by warm air,high tides and floods coming up from nowhere.
Sun, rain, wind and storm but the temperature remains quite warm and in the fields farmers harvest their corn.
Autumn comes but the wind never rests, as it shakes the trees to a state of depress.
November and December so damp and cold, another year gone but the wind and rain they never grow old.
The wind and rain are part of our weather but as our time fades they will live forever.
