I tried explaining this to someone, but all eloquence escaped me. I couldn't remember what got hot, who was cold, why it was thick, when it was thin, and where it all went. My mind was finally relieved by another. All that mattered was the sand was grand, the water was warm, the rain was cool, the wine was fine, and the towels were dry. But now I'm stuck back thinking...
In summer sun, the ocean warms
It stays that way, night and day
The land will change, fast they say
From cool at night, to hot in day
So in the dark, land grows cold
But water remains, warm and bold
Cold air is dense, and warm air thin
I think that’s right, repeat again
Wind it flows, did you know
Where pressure lends, from high to low
With all that said, confusing rhyme
Stop the poem, take some time
On typical summer nights...the ocean remains constant in temperature, but the land cools at a rapid rate. This cools air above it, which increases density, resulting in higher pressure over land than water, thereby causing wind to blow offshore...giving calm beaches in the morning.
Therefore in morn, the ocean pulls
Air we breathe, from land to sea
And grooms offshore, tranquility
On typical summer days...the ocean remains constant in temperature, but the land heats at a rapid rate. This heats air above it, which decreases density, resulting in lower pressure over land than water, thereby causing wind to blow onshore...giving rough beaches in the afternoon.
Hence past noon, sun scorched land
Will suck the wind, back onshore again
And chop the sea, into memory
