Weather Riddles for Forecast Fans

I paint the horizon after showers depart. Seven colors arc like nature’s art.

I rumble and boom with electric might. Count after I flash to gauge my flight.

I spin in a funnel and dance on the plain. Hide underground when I call your name.

I’m wispy and high like feathers afloat. Spot me first in a pilot’s note.

I freeze into lace on windows at dawn. Admire my patterns before I’m gone.

I fall one crystal at a time. No two are the same — that’s the rhyme.

I twist on tropical seas with relentless drive. Give me a name when I come alive.

I measure the breeze in miles per hour. Check me often during a gusty shower.

I stretch across plains bringing gentle rain. I move slow and steady, pleasant and plain.

I’m the tool that tells you when to grab a coat. My mercury climbs inside a narrow throat.

I’m a blanket of gray that hides the sun. My drizzle keeps recess from being fun.

I’m a sudden bolt with jagged light. Stay indoors when I ignite.

I glow after dark in the northern sky. Solar winds paint me way up high.

I trace isobars and highs on blue charts. Forecasters read me before the day starts.

I judge humidity with frizzy flair. When I puff up, there’s moisture in the air.