# Forecast for: Brooklyn, NY

Generated on January 24, 2026 at 05:00AM Eastern Time

Fair night's forecast, thus doth unfold:

When morning sun doth rise, and daylight's gold
Doth chase the shadows from the land,
'Tis mostly clear, with not a cloud to hold
The radiant beams that on our earth expand.

But ere the stars depart, and night's dark reign
Doth give way to the light of rising day,
Low temperature, eleven degrees do bear
A bitter chill, as wind doth find its sway.

Yet, as the clock strikes midnight's gentle chime,
Temperatures rise, to thirteen's warm prime,
And though the northwest wind doth blow with might,
At fourteen miles per hour, and gusts of twenty-nine in sight.

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**STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet