In the bleak of winter, the blizzards reign king

In the beginnings of spring, the tornado ravages the plains

In the heat of the summer, the derecho brings heavy rains

In the fall the hurricane surges, and makes me ask “what is that thing?”

The world of weather can be beautiful

The world of weather can be lethal

The world of weather can bring thrill and joy

The world of weather can bring shrieks and death

I am like the eye of a hurricane

Calm and collected while surrounded by chaos.

I am like the wind shear of a supercell

Straight-lined and always moving forward.

Wherever I go, the weather always follows me.

Because I am like the weather

I come in many shapes and forms

But no matter what, I’m always there.