A Fine Weather Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-idnight moon is gone,
A-pril ninth lights the earth;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
Y-our birth brings much mirth.

R-ain stops from falling,
O-ne morn breaks slowly;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-nding up to a shady tree.

D-ark dusk shall pass by
O-nce the night is over;
R-ays appear from above
E-arly dawn shines everywhere.
E-vening chill has turned into a warm wind from the east;
N-o longer I feel the cold blow nor I see the haze and mist.

B-eneath the wide blue sky,
E-ach lane is so very fair;
S-igns of a better clime
A-re felt for a fine weather.