ISLAND LIFE

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?

You wear a scarf and gloves so tight, Your breath comes out like smoke at night. Your nose turns red, your cheeks are blue, The chilly air goes right through you. What is the weather like?

I soak your clothes and make you drip, You slide and maybe even slip. Whether from rain or puddle deep, Your feet go “squish” with every leap. What is the weather like?

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?

The sky is blue, the sun is high, No clouds are floating in the sky. It’s bright and warm—what a nice day! Go outside and laugh and play. What is the weather like?

I’m wide and deep and full of waves, I hide some ships and secret caves. You’ll find big whales inside of me, I’m the largest part of the sea. 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?

Be careful when you walk on me, I’m slippery as I can be. I form when water gets too cold, I’m clear and hard, just like I’m told. What is the weather like?

The sky is dark, the thunder roars, Rain is pounding on the doors. Lightning flashes through the sky, Better stay inside and dry. What is the weather like?

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?

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?

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’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 fall in flakes, so soft and white, I cover rooftops overnight. Kids build men and ride on sleds, While snow keeps falling on their heads. What is the weather like?

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 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?

I’m dark and deep, a hidden place, You need a torch to see my face. Bats may live inside of me, And echoes bounce for all to see. What am I?

I twist and turn and never stop, From mountain high to valley drop. I carry water day and night, And help the land stay green and bright. 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 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’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 blow your hat right off your head, And make the trees dance in their bed. You feel me rush across your face, I move so fast from place to place. What is the weather like?

You sweat and fan yourself all day, The sun is strong, it won’t go away. You want some shade and lots to drink, It’s warmer than you even think! What is the weather like?