Weathering the Day
- ashfaaprofessional
- Sep 30, 2024
- 1 min read

I am the morning sun, soft and bright,
Rising with hope, chasing away the night.
In the quiet breeze, I start with grace,
A gentle calm, touching every place.
By noon, the clouds begin to creep,
Heavy thoughts that I can’t keep.
They gather fast, and soon they pour,
A rain of worries I can’t ignore.
Then comes the storm, in afternoon’s glow,
Thunder rolls with feelings I can’t control.
But as the evening starts to fade,
I find my peace in twilight’s shade.
I am the weather, shifting still,
Finding balance between storm and still.
Through every change, I stand renewed,
Ever-changing, yet grounded, true.
Women are like the weather — ever-changing, unpredictable, yet beautiful in every state. Unlike the sun, which rises and sets on a rigid schedule, we move through our days like shifting skies. There are moments we radiate like the morning sun, bringing warmth and clarity, and others when storm clouds gather, emotions ready to burst.
This poem, Weathering the Day, captures the journey of a woman’s emotions over the course of a day. From the soft breezes of early morning to the thunderstorms of afternoon and the peaceful twilight that follows, we shift, change, and adapt. But no matter how turbulent, we always return to balance, finding calm in the midst of the storm.
We are the weather, and with every passing phase, we emerge stronger and renewed, embracing our constant transformation.
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