Weather Poetry

I went to a poetry group, the subject of the day being 'weather poetry.' The weather may affect our moods, or our moods may be conveyed by reference to the weather. I thought these poems were relevant, by Robert Graves:

MIST

Fire and Deluge, rival pretenders
To ruling the world's end: these cannot daunt us
Whom flames will never singe, nor floods drown,
While we stand guard against their murderous child
Mist, that slily catches against love's throat,
Shrouding the clear sun and clean waters
Of all green gardens everywhere-
The twitching mouths likewise and furtive eyes
Of those who speak us fair.

GOLD CLOUD

Your gold cloud, towering far above me,
From which I climb from darkness into sleep
Has the warmth of sun, rain's morning freshness
And a scent either of wood-smoke or jasmine;
Nor is the ascent steep.

Our creature, time, bends readily as willow;
We plan our own births, that at least we know,
Whether in the lovely moment of deat
Or when we first meet, here in Paradise,
As now, so years ago.