Kind Weather On Your Birth Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

K-ind weather on your birth
R-emains after your slumber;
I-nclement clime won't come
S-eventh morn November.
T-he weather on your birth
I-s fair as you wake up;
N-ever will it rain today,
E-ach cloud is white on a hilltop.

A-nother weather is good,
M-aking you feel so happy;
O-n your birth no more chill,
R-ays warm you tenderly.

E-xceptional weather this time,
S-eason of pure delight;
C-rimson in the blue sky
O-bliterates the cold night.
B-irds that chirp up high
A-re carrying a million mirth;
L-et the wind blow softly, kind weather on your birth.