The wind mildly howling, 
Some small little rushing. 
The wind growing stronger, 
Pushing on boiling heat, 
And bringing room for cold. 
 
Howling more often, 
Rushing way stronger. 
Growing more stronger, 
Pushing more hotness, 
Bringing more coldness. 
 
Now great screaming, 
Now hard crying, 
With many frost. 
 
After lots of time, 
Howling less often, 
Rushing soft and slow, 
And giving more warmth. 
 
After a while, 
Plants growing fast, 
Petals blooming, 
Spring is now here. 
 
 
 
End