G-ood weather causes joy,
E-arly light carries much mirth;
R-ainbow brings delight,
R-ising sun cheers the earth.
O-ne fine morning makes fun, after the shadows have passed by;
N-ew dawn denies the dusk as the beacon burns up high.
C-louds above don't gather,
L-eaving the storm behind;
A-nother fair day begins to break,
R-uling clime seems so
K-ind.
N-ight cold chill and rain
A-re nowhere to be found;
P-ure warmth will reign
O-ver and above the ground.
L-ook upon the bright sky,
E-vening darkness is over;
S-eptember twenty-sixth morn looks like a good weather.
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