天气英语诗歌

The Storm by Theodore Roethke 1Against the stone breakwater,Only an ominous lapping,While the wind whines overhead,Coming down from the mountain,Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces;A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves,And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming againstthe lamp pole.Where have the people gone?There is one light on the mountain.2Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell,The waves not yet high, but even,Coming closer and closer upon each other;A fine fume of rain driving in from the sea,Riddling the sand, like a wide spray of buckshot,The wind from the sea and the wind from the mountain contending,Flicking the foam from the whitecaps straight upward into the darkness.A time to go home!--And a child's dirty shift billows upward out of an alley,A cat runs from the wind as we do,Between the whitening trees, up Santa Lucia,Where the heavy door unlocks,And our breath comes more easy,--Then a crack of thunder, and the black rain runs over us, overThe flat-roofed houses, coming down in gusts, beatingThe walls, the slatted windows, drivingThe last watcher indoors, moving the cardplayers closerTo their cards, their anisette.3We creep to our bed, and its straw mattress.We wait; we listen.The storm lulls off, then redoubles,Bending the trees half-way down to the ground,Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard,Flattening the limber carnations.A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb,Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead.The bulb goes on and off, weakly.Water roars into the cistern.We lie closer on the gritty pillow,Breathing heavily, hoping--For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater,The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell,The sudden shudder as the jutting sea-cliff collapses,And the hurricane drives the dead straw into the living pine-tree.The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited airHides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feetDelayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sitAround the radiant fireplace, enclosedIn a tumultuous privacy of storm.Come see the north wind's masonry.Out of an unseen quarry evermoreFurnished with tile, the fierce artificerCurves his white bastions with projected roofRound every windward stake, or tree, or door.Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild workSo fanciful, so savage, nought cares heFor number or proportion. Mockingly,On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,A tapering turret overtops the work.And when his hours are numbered, and the worldIs all his own, retiring, as he were not,Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished ArtTo mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,The frolic architecture of the snow.A Storm in the Night© Jenifer R. StanleyLighting comes as a flash of light. Thunder comes in a boom of might. The wind howl's like a wolf in the night. The rain comes down as a roar of fright. These are the sacred sounds of a stormy night. They mix together like a Werewolves bite. They would make a superstitious person die of fright. These are the sacred sounds of a storm in the night. Weather Poems - A Storm in the Night - Nature Poems WaterWater, water everywhere, water all around,Water in the ocean, water in the ground.Water in a river, water in a creek,Water in a faucet with a drip-drip leak!Water in a fountain, water in a lake,Water on a flower, as day begins to break.Water from a waterfall, rushing down from high,Water from a dark cloud, raining from the sky.Water boiling hot, water frozen ice,Water in a blue lagoon, clean and clear and nice.Water at a fire, gushing through a hose,Water in a garden, so every flower grows.Water for the animals swimming in the sea,Water, water everywhere for you and for me! by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books Rain(sung to "It Ain't Gonna' Rain No More, No More")It is gonna' rain some more, some more,It is gonna' rain some more!When drops of water start to pour,It is gonna' rain some more, some more!Why do drops of water pour?Drops of water pour?The clouds can't hold them anymore,That's why drops of water pour!It is gonna' rain some more, some more,It is gonna' rain some more!When drops of water start to pour,It is gonna' rain some more, some more!by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books Rainbow(sung to "There's a Hole in the Bucket")There's an arc in a rainbow,So pretty, so pretty,There's an arc in a rainbow,With colors you see.The sun after rainMakes the colors, the colors.The sun after rainMakes the colors you see.There's red and there's orangeAnd there's yellow so pretty.There's red and there's orangeAnd there's yellow you see.There's green and there's blueAnd there's violet so pretty.There's green and there's blueAnd there's violet you see.There's an arc in a rainbow,So pretty, so pretty.There's an arc in a rainbow,With colors you see!by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books White SnowThe snow is white and clean.It makes a lovely scene.It covers cars, and trees, and streets,and makes the world go "hush."It looks so very pretty—until it turns to slush!by Helen H. Moore StormOutside, thunder crashes!Outside, lightening flashes!Outside, wild rain lashes!Inside, we are safe.Inside, we are warm.Inside, there is comfort.Outside, there is STORM!by Helen H. MooreRainbow PaintboxI can see a rainbow,see it in the sky, see it when the rain has gone away.All the colors of the rainbowin the sky so high,I can name them all for you today:Red there is, a rosy red, a red so bright and bonny,and orange as a tiger lily leaf, so bold and tawny,yellow as the blazing sun, that gives us all our light,and green as grass beneath our feet,blue as the sky so bright.There's indigo, as dark as night,and violet like flowers.These are the colors nature paintsthe sky withafter showers.by Helen H. MooreFog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits lookingover harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. by Carl Sandburg Misty-moistyMisty-moisty was the morn,And cloudy was the weather.There I met an old man,Dressed all in leather.Dressed all in leather,Against the wind and rain.With a how do you do?And a how do you do?And a how do you do, again.from Bibbilibonty Rigby Literacy 2000 ( has tape & 6 book copies)WeatherWeather is hot,Weather is cold,Weather is changingAs the weeks unfold.Skies are cloudy,Skies are fair,Skies are changingIn the air.It is raining,It is snowing,It is windyWith breezes blowing.Days are foggy,Days are clear,Weather is changingThroughout the year!by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books CloudWhat is fluffy?What is white?What can you seeWhen skies are bright?What can float?What brings rain?What may be higherThan a bird or plane?Say it out loud:Cloud!by Meish Goldish, 101 Science Poems & Songs for Young Learners, Instructor Books Thunder Do you know What thunder is? Beyond those clouds So gray, A giant's children Slammed a door, And skipped around The sky to play In quite a Helter-skelter way. So when you hear The thunder, there Are giant's children in the air.The Fog HornFoggy, foggy, over the water,foggy, foggy, over the bay,Foggy, so foggy the boats are like shadowsand how can they find their way?Far away and over the waterHear the voice of the f追问：og horn say"Whoo-oo-oo, I'm guiding you,Boats that are out on the bay."Foggy, foggy, over the water,Foggy, foggy, over the bay,And through the fog the boats go slowlyWhile the fog horn tells them the way.Edith H. Newlinfrom Splishes and Sploshes, Poems to Share, Rigby Literacy 2000 ( has tape and 6 student books) WeatherDot a dot dot dot a dot dotSpotting the windowpane.Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleckFreckling the windowpane.A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatterA splatter a rumble outside.Umbrella umbrella umbrella umbrellaBumbershoot barrel of rain.Slosh a galosh slosh a galoshSlither and slather and glideA puddle a jump a puddle a jumpA puddle a jump puddle sploshA juddle a pump a luddle a dump aPuddmuddle jump in and slide!Eve Merriam Horrible WeatherStaying in bed weatherCuddling up close weatherIgnoring the world weatherWarm WeatherGo for swim weatherTake a walk weatherPicnic weather Alison Smith Sweater Weather by Lisa Shields I was chilly with the November breeze,and it was a courtly thing you diddraping the sweater over my shoulders,taking care to smooth the woolwith a touch that whisperedthat later you would claim the garment,and the shiver taking it would bringwas something you covetedwith breathless avarice.“Sweater weather,” you said.And I am swept like a crisp oak leafinto a duvet and down dream,where the pillows do not speakof the warm, the moments large and smallwhen I nestle near you,demanding that arms dress meto close kept comfort.Arms around my waist,legs entwined to akimbo,and my last thought before sweet drowseis that fall will never comewithout you to chase the coldin the season of sweater weather.