The Weather Girl

This poem is for all the girls who feel they are nicer in a nice weather :)

She smiles as she walks down the street
The day is bright, the sky is blue and neat
She gazes the flowers and the green maple trees
The mild wind flows, it flows caressing her cheeks
She is the weather girl, the weather girl is out on the streets..

The rhythym is in the air, she breathes the air in bliss
Happy as a bird, she spreads her smile and spreads her wings
She is flying so high, the weather is just as she is..
She is the weather girl,the weather girl is out on the streets

Its warm yet cold, its just so right in feel
She feels the chill, She feels it on her feet
Its colourful, its bright yet the sun rays are wrapped in silk
The weather girl falls in love, falls in love with the weather indeed !!!

Yes, she is the weather girl, and she is out, Walking on the street!!