Rhyme, Rhyme
weather patterns? none observed.
OJB: Lady Bellwether
**lady bellwether** lady bellwether, lady bellwether; lady belle who'dn't ever weather; lady bellwether, lady bellwether; what say you, lady bellwether?
the storm of storms
Of course the weather would be fine, there was no living storm to spoil my vendetta. the ship set sail at the dawn and i watched the water and skyline like a hawk for anything. no, i was looking for nothing.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 5(.1)
"i wonder what it must be like to be able to control the weather like that. don't you ever wonder what it would have been like if you'd been chosen as a mage?" aaron asked.
Homonus Nocturna - Prologue
The weather would indeed have been perfect, but for melody, it was just another daydream, as she hadn't been able to enjoy such a day in nearly eighty years. for you see, melody was a vampire.
Dearest Husky: Chapter 1: REVISED
Spike frowned dropping his coat on the couch over his blanket, under neath it had been his favorite red fleece sweat shirt that always kept him at least a little warm in this kind of weather. "well... honestly...
3:21 Contingency Plan
Wintery weather still ripping at him, mick saw the warehouse in the distance and quickly made for it. as he rounded a corner, he was able to see the front of the building for the first time.
Chapter 2: New Neighbors
The sky was a deep blue shade today; just everything was perfect today: last day of school, a new mate, perfect weather...what else could make this day better for me today?
Coming of the Gray
Here's another one, more obsession with the weather and how its been rainy/snowy a lot lately. not too sure if its any good, but posting it anyway. frost burned out the sky, with the coming of the gray.
The Driver
Wipers on full action trying to clear the screen, it's the worst stormy weather that most have ever seen. the only tail lights are his own, as he drives faster down the lonesome road.
Nature (XV)
The private moments spent together are precious like beautiful weather every gentle brush of your fingers feels like a quiet wind that lingers over the green field of grass and sun where you and i discovered our fun across the beaches of colorful sand
Castle In The Sky. Poem.
The perfect weather, for every season. never did this kingdom have limitation.