Cold and raw the north wind doth blow Bleak in the morning early, All the hills are covered with snow, And winters now come fairly.
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Doctor Foster went to Gloucester In a shower of rain. He stepped in a puddle Right up to his middle, And never went there again.
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It's raining, it's pouring; The old man is snoring. Bumped his head And he went to bed And he couldn't get up in the morning. Rain, rain, go away; Come again another day; Little Johnny wants to play.
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The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
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Rain on the green grass; Rain on the tree; Rain on the housetop, But not on me!
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When the wind lies in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind lies in the north, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind lies in the south, It blows the bait in fishes' mouths; When the wind lies in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.
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Whether the weather be fine, Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Or whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not!
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March winds and April showers Bring forth May flowers.
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A hill full, a hole full, Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
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Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Little Johnny wants to play.
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Rain, rain, go to Spain, And never come back again.
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A sunshiny shower Won't last half an hour.
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The little robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found. The air is cold, the worms are hid; For robin here what can be done? Let's strow around some crumbs of bread, And then he'll live till snow is gone.
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Mister East gave a feast; Mister North laid the cloth; Mister West did his best; Mister South burnt his mouth Eating cold potato.
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St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain : St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
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The wind came a-whooping, down Cranberry Hill And stole an umbrella from, Mother Medill. It picked up a paper on Patterson’s place And carried it clean to the Rockaby Race. And what was more shocking and awful than that, It blew the new feather off grandmother’s hat.
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The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. Robert Louis Stevenson
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Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again. Robert Louis Stevenson
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I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are
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One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man, Clothed all in leather. He began to compliment And I began to grin. How do you do? And how do you do? And how do you do again?
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