This file includes weather, Rain and Rainbows, Wind, and Miscellaneous. See also Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Time and Sun, Moon, Stars.




Weather

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the wether be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not!


Wonderful Weather

I like to watch the way the wind
can spin a weather vane.

I like to wear my big blue boots
to splash with in the rain.

I like to ride my bright red sled
on cold snowy days.

I like to feel the sun's warm rays
when I wade in the ocean waves.

Wind, rain, snow, and sun
Every kind of weather
is wonderful and fun!


Four Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
There are seasons, four in all.
Weather changes, sun and rain and snow,
Leaves fall down and flowers grow.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
There are seasons, four in all.
Look outside and you will see
Just what season it will be!

Seasons

Spring is showery,
flowery, bowery;
Summer is hoppy,
croppy, poppy;
Autumn is slippy,
drippy, nippy;
Winter is breezy,
sneezy, freezy.


Walking

(Dilys Bennett Laing)

  I walked on a snow-bank that squeaked like leather,
  Or two wooden spoons that you rub together.
  
         I walked on green moss and brown earth, sprouting
         With little grass blades on their first spring outing.

                I walked on blossoms and cool, green cresses,
                And grass that rustled like silken dresses.
 
                        I walked on bracken, and dry leaves after,
                        That flamed with color and crackled with laughter.
  
                               I walked on the earth as the seasons came,
                               And under my feet it was never the same!
   

Wishing for Tomorrow

(Bob Ohlsen)

To see the tulips peek their heads
To see the green of lawns
To feel the warmth of quiet sunshine
To see the your foals romping
But this is winter and I long for spring.

To have a picnic in the park
To see the harvest fields of grain
To see the visitors to the mountain
To ride horseback up the trails
But this is spring and I long for summer.

To see the changing colors of the leaves
To see the children waiting for the bus
To feel the crispness in the air
To see the frost on the garden
But this is summer and I long for fall.

To see the beautiful banks of snow
To see the Christmas lights on trees
To spend some time on the ski slopes
To enjoy a long President's Day weekend
But this is fall and I long for winter.

To wish for seasons still to come
To wish away one's life.
How much better to enjoy the seasons as they are
Than always wishing for tomorrow.


A Calendar

(Sara Coleridge)

January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.


The Months

(Christina Rossetti)

January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
to flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;

In scorched July
the storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.


Through the Year

(Flora Willis Watson)

January falls the snow,
February cold winds blow,
In March peep out the early flowers,
And April comes with sunny showers.

In May the roses bloom so gay,
In June the farmer mows his hay,
In July brightly shines the sun,
In August harvest is begun.

September turns the green leaves brown,
October winds then shake them down,
November fills with bleak and smear,
December comes and ends the year.

Year

A year is a circle
Twelve months in a row.
Filled with so much,
To see and to know.
A year is a garland
Four seasons in all.
A spring and a winter;
A summer, a fall.
A year is a ring
Of new days and nights.
Each of them bringing
A thousand delights.
A year is a gift of time...
All brand new
And this year is waiting
Especially for you!


Poems for the Months

Even if you don't intend to make a Perpetual Sentiments Album you might want to look at the file. Many of the verses would go well on a page of miscellaneous photos from a particular month. Or you could do a double page spread of photos to summarize a year at the beginning or end of an album.



Rain and Rainbows


Rain Page Toppers

  • And Me Without My Umbrella
  • And the Heavens Opened Up
  • And the rain, rain, rain,
    came down, down, down...
  • April showers bring May flowers
  • Blame it on El Nino
  • Bring on the Rain
  • City Slickers
  • Come Rain or Come Shine
  • Days of Thunder
  • Don't Rain on My Parade
  • Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining
  • Fun in the Mud
  • Have You Ever Seen the Rain?
  • How is the Weather?
  • I can see clearly now,
    the rain is gone
  • I'm No Stranger to the Rain
  • I'm Singin' in the Rain
  • It Ain't gonna Rain No More
  • It rained on our parade
  • It's a Wonderful Rainy Day
  • It's Raining Again
  • Joy Is Like the Rain
  • Let a smile be your umbrella
    on a rainy, rainy day
  • Let it Pour
  • Let it rain, rain, rain!
  • A little Black Rain Cloud
  • Mommy's Little Mud Puppy
  • Mud Bath
  • Mud Bath, 5 cents
  • Mud Pies! 10 cents
  • Nobody Here But Us Ducks
  • Nothing like a Wallow in the Mud
  • Oops!! My Name is Mud
  • The Perfect Storm
  • Puddle Jumper
  • Puddle Jumpin'
  • Rain or shine, You're a friend of mine
  • Rain Rain Go Away
  • Rain, rain, go away.
    Come again some other day.
  • Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head
  • Rainy Day Fun
  • Rainy Days and Mondays
  • Rainy days and Mondays
    always get me down
  • Showers of Blessings
  • Singin' in the Rain
  • Soft Is the Rain
  • Splish, Splash!
  • The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow
  • Walk in the Spring Rain
  • When it rains, it pours.
  • Who'll Stop the Rain

(Many of these page toppers were compiled by Jean Gifford. They are for free distribution only.)


Rain Quotes


Rainbow Page Toppers


We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter. (Mark Twain)


Page Idea
Put a rainbow sticker in upper corner of the page, "tilted". Use design line stripes to continue the "rainbow" along the top and side of the page. The colors don't match exactly, but that's OK, because you cover the "seams" with cloud stickers.


A Rainbow

(William Woodsworth)

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!


The Rain

Pitter-patter raindrops,
Falling from the sky.
Here is my umbrella
To keep me safe and dry.
When the rain is over
And the sun begins to glow,
Little flowers start to bud
And grow and grow and grow.


Rain Rain

Rain, rain falls on the street,
mud in puddles cleaning my feet.
Thunder thunder rumble and roar,
close the windows and lock the door.
Clouds, clouds black and gray,
heavy with water to drop all day.
Sun, sun is breaking through,
clouds are moving, the rain stops too.
Rainbow, rainbow across the sky,
see-through colors to tickle my eyes.

The Reason

(Dorothy Aldis)

Rabbits and squirrels
Are furry and fat,
And all of the chickens
Have feathers, and that
Is why when it's raining
They need not stay in
The way children do who have
Only their skin.


Clouds

(Christina Rossetti)

White sheep, white sheep
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops
You all stand still,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep
Where do you go?


Poem to Mud

(Zilpha Keatley Snyder)

Poem to mud-
Poem to ooze-
Patted in pies, or coating the shoes.
Poem to slooze-
Poem to crud-
Fed by a leak, or spread by a flood.
Wherever, whenever, whyever it goes,
Stirred by your finger or strained by your toes,
There's nothing sloppier, slipperier, floppier,
There's nothing slickier, stickier, thickier,
There's nothing quickier to make grown-ups sickier,
Trulier coolier,
Than wonderful mud.


April Fool

(Eleanor Hammond)

Small April sobbed,
"I'm going to cry.
Please give me a cloud
To wipe my eye!"

Then, "April Fool."
She laughed instead;
And smiled a rainbow
Overhead!


I Like It When It's Mizzly

(Aileen Fisher)

I like it when it's mizzly
and just a little drizzly
so everything looks far away
and make-believe and frizzly.

I like it when it's foggy
and sounding very froggy.
I even like it when it rains
on streets and weepy windowpanes
and catkins in the polar tree
and me.

Spring Rain

(Marchette Chute)

The storm came up so very quick
It couldn't have been quicker.
I should have brought my hat along;
I should have brought my slicker.

My hair is wet, my feet are wet,
I couldn't be much wetter.
I fell into a river once
But this is even better.



Wind

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. (Kahlil Gibran)


Page Toppers

  • Any Old Wind That Blows
  • Bad Hair Day
  • Blowing in the Wind
  • Brace Yourself
  • Breezy Days
  • Everyone Knows It's Windy
  • Flying High
  • Go Fly a Kite
  • Gone with the Wind
  • A Great Day for Kite Flying
  • Higher and Higher
  • Let the Four Winds Blow
  • Let's Go Fly a Kite
  • May the wind be always at your back
  • Sky Bound
  • Up to the Highest Height
  • Up, Up, and Away
  • Wayward Wind
  • Windy Day

Wind Song

(Lillian Moore)

When the wind blows
The quiet things speak.
Some whisper, some clang,
Some creak.

Grasses swish
Tree tops sigh
Flags slap
And snap at the sky.
Wires on poles
Whistle and hum.
Trash cans roll.
Windows drum.

When the wind goes -
Suddenly
then,
the quiet things
are quiet again.

Go Wind

(Lillian Moore)

Go wind, blow
Push wind, swoosh.
Shake things
take things
make things
fly.
Ring things
swing things
fling things
high.
Go wind, blow
Push things - wheee!
No, wind, no.
Not me -
Not me!


Who Has Seen the Wind

(Christina Rossetti)

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.


Pin Wheels

This works easier if you use 2 pieces of patterned paper because it folds easier. The page I saw used the green dot and pink gingham. The red gingham and deep blue star would also look good. Cut 2 squares out of different colored paper (If you want 3 pinwheels down the side of a page make the squares a little over 2 inches). Adhere the squares back to back with the tape runner. Be sure to use plenty of tape in the center and all the corners.
Next make 4 cuts - one from each corner toward the center. You need to go a little over half way to the center.
Next make the folds - which ever paper is on the top is the one that will end up showing the most. First put the square on the table with one corner facing you. Fold the right side of that corner up to the center. Give the square a quarter turn to the left and fold up that right corner to the center. Continue all around. You can just tape down the folded pieces or you can but a small star or dot sticker in the center to help hold them and cover up the points. Add cut paper sticks or draw them with pens.
Use the title "Spring fun".


Kite Days

(Mark Sawyer)

A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze
And acres of ground away from trees.
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string -
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!

A Kite

I often sit and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky,
And ride upon the wind and go
Whichever way I chanced to blow.


Kite Page

I saw a page with a kite shape - the regular kind with the two smaller triangles at the top and two larger ones at the bottom. They cut four photos into the triangle shapes and matted them with photo paper, leaving a narrow edge.
The tail was drawn with a black pen and they used small pieces of paper for those funny things you see tied on a kite string (you can see I am know nothing about kites!) Anyway they had journaled on them - names and date if I recall.
It was a really sharp looking page but it would be lucky if you had photos that happened to lend themselves to those shapes. Of course you could journal on one of the triangles or make a smaller kite.


The Hurricane

(Luis Pales Matos)

When the hurricane unfolds
Its fierce accordion of winds,
On the tip of its toes,
Agile dancer, it sweeps whirling
Over the carpeted surface of the sea
With the scattered branches of the palm.


Wind Blows

(E. M. Hepburn)

No animal sleeps well on windy night.

Cope with his own hard world he barely can,
And wind engages him beyond the bounds
Of what is known, and his; of what is now.

Wind blows
From very strange and far and long ago.
Wind blows
Across the seas, the upthrust hills,
The verdured valleys and the drifting sands.

Wind blows
From past and into future; and its sound
Is not the sound of place encircled
Or of time at stay.

Its vast impermanence can be endured by day
But haunts, however drowsily, the dark.

No animal sleeps well on windy nights.


from The Wayward Wind

(Patsy Cline)

Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind,
A restless wind that yearns to wander,
And he was born the next of kin,
The next of kin to the wayward wind.