Before the Sun rises, the sky is dark
Trees, silhouetted, looking very stark
As the Sun rises, the sky turns pink
Sailor’s warning, one would think
As the day brightens, the sky starts to clear
But the chill in the air doesn’t disappear
A cool wind blows, bringing in cloud
Rain or snow? We think aloud
As the day passes the rain starts to fall
Icy cold droplets ‘til dusk makes its call
The gentle rain patters, no end in sight
Even as daytime turns into night
As the night passes, the temperatures drop
And as the clouds clear the gentle rain stops
Before the Sun rises, the stars shine above
Whilst, all around, frost takes a hold of
The Mansionic Perspective 
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