The second week was wet

The days were all sunny and bright,

Nature and mankind enjoyed the warmth and light.

The second week of the month came,

With it came the thunder and the rain.

The second week of the month was wet,

Everyone was soaked from bird to pet.

The weeks keep moving from one to the next,

With people never knowing what to expect.

The second week of every month,

Has a lot of surprises in store,

With wind, snow, and the occasional downpour.

We wait for the second week of the month,

As the winds blow and a wolf goes on the hunt.

The second week of the New Year came,

There was only sunshine and no rain.

The second week of January arrived,

New Year resolutions were soon forgotten,

As everyone went back to their boring lives,

Like bees buzzing around their honey hives.

The second week of Spring showed its face,

All of nature was alive and danced with grace.

The second week of Summer came,

Every tree blossomed in its regal flame.

The second week of autumn came,

Children were born and given a name.

The second week of winter came,

The trees hung their bare branches in shame.

The weeks keep moving from one to the next,

With people never knowing what to expect.