5 October 2012
An elegant twist, A glittering swirl. A tip tip tap, Goes the flying girl.
A sudden swift drop, Fall of a delicate feather. Thunder, lightening, hail; Her kind of weather.
A sharp pretty loop, A turn so fast. Everythings gone, Now the storms passed.
No rain, sun, No weather or hail. The weather flyers there, Without fail.
Weather Flyer • Opuss № I