This weather limerick came about because one of my many wonderful nieces is studying to be a teacher. It will be her (and others just as dedicated) who may well be among the first people to inspire children. Their example will set a benchmark, a candle even, which will remain with the child for the rest of their life.

So it was lovely to hear about a writing challenge set by her teachers – because it centred around POETRY. She was asked to write a weather limerick which could then be used to teach young children about metaphors and similes and rhythm. She asked me to look over her work, which I did. Whilst doing so, I decided to have a go at writing my own weather limerick. I’ve included a metaphor and a simile, and I have also used personification to turn the old Wind into something.

There was an old Wind from the East
Who was such a terrible beast.
When he came to our city,
He’d never take pity,
But ate every house like a feast.

If you can write a weather limerick then include it in the comments below. I might well come back to this post and add a few more.

UPDATE

As I was out walking today… I thought of another weather limerick.

I think I’m not friends with the rain
For she behaves like a rotten, wet pain
She drizzles and spits
And every drop hits
So I wish she would run down the drain.

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