Weather Seasons

Lily loved the changing seasons. She lived in a small town where every season brought something magical, and her favourite part of the year was how the landscape seemed to transform every few months. With her sketchbook in hand, she would wander the fields, forests, and riverbanks, capturing each season’s colours and mood.

In spring, the world around her would burst into life, a palette of greens and pastels as the trees budded and wildflowers painted the meadows. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the birds sang louder and more cheerfully as if celebrating the end of winter. Spring rains would fall gently, soaking the ground and bringing everything back to life. Lily loved watching raindrops gather on flower petals, sketching the new growth that pushed through the softened earth.

Summer followed, bringing with it a golden warmth. The days stretched long and lazy, with bright sunshine and a deep blue sky. Lily would sit by the river, dipping her toes in the cool water as she sketched the fields bathed in sunlight. The scent of fresh grass filled the air, and she’d often pause to eat berries growing wild along the trail. Thunderstorms would sometimes roll in with dramatic clouds, cooling the heat with sudden, heavy rains. Lily loved the excitement of these storms; their power and energy were a reminder of nature's intensity.

Autumn came next, transforming everything into shades of red, orange, and yellow. The trees looked like they were on fire, leaves rustling in the crisp breeze before drifting to the ground. Lily would wander the forest, kicking through piles of fallen leaves, gathering acorns and pinecones, and sketching the autumn light filtering through the branches. There was something cozy about autumn, the way the world prepared to rest, and she loved capturing the way the sunlight turned softer and the shadows longer.

Winter brought its own quiet beauty. Snow blanketed the town in white, muffling all sound. The air was icy, and her breath turned to mist in the chilly morning light. Lily would bundle up and head outside to sketch the snow-covered trees, the frozen river, and the bare branches silhouetted against a pale grey sky. Even though it was cold, she loved the stillness, the way the world seemed to pause and rest, waiting for spring.

As she filled her sketchbook with scenes from each season, Lily realized that the cycle of weather and nature wasn’t just about temperature changes—it was a reminder of life’s rhythm, growth, rest, and renewal. And every year, each season brought its own joy and wonder.