"Drizzle"

Clear skies turning black

The dry air turning damp

Winters turning cold
The summers turning old

Birds on trees turning more
Chirping around turns to nodes

Soil turns wet
Air turns great

The scorching summers

Give way to mooners

Sight of slight grey
Creatures turned all to their drey

Spectrum with no ends
Experience of no days

Mesmerizing to see
Contentment for thee.