How's the Weather?

Don't know about you but the weather (hot and humid) has been on the minds of everyone in the city where I live.
So here's some weather prompts to help you write a poem about any season or weather related topic you like. 20 - 60 lines, rhyming or free, watch your grammar and spelling.

Prompt #1:

THE ICE CART

Perched on my city office stool,
I watched with envy as a cool
And lucky carter handled ice
And I was wandering in a trice
Far from the grey and grimy heat
Of that intolerable street,
O'er sapphire berg and emerald floe,
Beneath the still, cold, ruby glow
Of everlasting Polar night,
Bewildered by the queer half light,
Until I stumbled, unawares,
Upon a creek where big white bears
Plunged headlong down with flourished heels
And floundered after shining seals
Through shivering seas of blinding blue,
And as I watched them, ere I knew,
I'd stripped, and I was swimming, too,
Among the seal-pack, young and hale,
And thrusting on with threshing tail,
With twist and twirl and sudden leap
Through crackling ice and salty deep --
Diving and doubling with my kind,
Until, at last, we left behind
Those big, white, blundering bulks of death,
And lay, at length, with panting breath
Upon a far untravelled floe,
Beneath a gentle drift of snow --
Snow drifting gently, fine and white,
Out of the endless Polar night,
Falling and falling evermore
Upon that far untravelled shore,
Till I was buried fathoms deep
Beneath that cold white drifting sleep --
Sleep drifting deep
Deep drifting sleep...

The carter cracked a sudden whip:
I clutched my stool with startled grip,
Awakening to the grimy heat
Of that intolerable street.
-- Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

I was going to give you an Old Poetry link for the rest of this escape fantasy but it has not been included in the OP Gibson section. However, you might find Gibson of interest for numerous war poems (WWI) that I had never seen before.

Sorry about that tangent. Meanwhile, here are some more prompts:

2. oldpoetry.com/opoem/4333-John-Keats-Ode-To-Autumn

3. In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan.
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone.

Snow had fallen
Snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long long ago.

This is an old Christmas carol, written by Eleanor Farjeon, I believe, though I was not able to find it in OP. Maybe someone can confirm that for me?

4. oldpoetry.com/opoem/12884-William-Shakespeare-Spring

And, for something more modern, that old jazz standard:

Summertime and the living is easy.
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy's rich and your momma's goodlookin'
So hush little baby, don't you cry.

Hope you come up with something out of that stream of consciousness selection of prompts. It's just a start; if you can think of something you like better, feel free, but it does have to be about weather.

Have fun and keep cool or warm as the case may be.