I look like a mountain, calm and still, But inside I have fire that can spill. When I erupt, I shake the ground, With lava flowing all around. What am I?

You cannot see what’s down the road, The world is in a misty mode. Like ghosts have come to block your view, The sky is hidden, grayish too. What is the weather like?

I’m dry and hot and full of sand, With very little water on my land. Cactus grow and camels pass, But you won’t find much green grass. What am I?

I’m where the land meets the sea, With sand and shells surrounding me. People come to swim and play, Under the sun on a summer’s day. What am I?

I am the edge where land meets sea, With cliffs or beaches next to me. Waves crash here both night and day, Where boats and birds all find their way. What am I?

Not too hot, not too cold, A perfect feeling, calm and bold. You wear light clothes and feel just right, In morning sun or soft twilight. What is the weather like?

I fall but never touch the sky, I rush and roar as I go by. From cliffs I tumble with a sound, And crash into the pool below the ground. What am I?

I fall but never touch the sky, I rush and roar as I go by. From cliffs I tumble with a sound, And crash into the pool below the ground. What am I?

I fall from clouds and make things wet, Umbrellas are your best friend yet. I tap the rooftops, splash the ground, And puddles form all around. What is the weather like?

No rain has come for many days, The ground is cracked in many ways. The air feels light, the plants feel sad, Too much sun can make them bad. What is the weather like?

I’m hot and wet and full of trees, With monkeys swinging in the breeze. I hide wild creatures big and small, And leafy plants that grow so tall. What am I?

I stand up high and touch the sky, Snow may cover me where birds fly by. Climbers love to reach my top, But it’s a long and tiring hop. What am I?