Weather Poem by josephine lee

from somewhere the wind blow
follow by the cloud so gay
you can hear its laughter from far away
follow by lightning so fierce
you can hear its roar from far away
follow by storm so ferocious
you can hear its lashes from far away
follow by the wind so gallant
you can hear its shout of triump from far away

wind which blow to cloud so gay
lightning so fierce to storm ferocious
the last to follow is the wind so gallant

that why i love wind the best
especially when it blow in my face