# Forecast for: Petaluma, CA

Generated on April 03, 2025 at 04:01AM Eastern Time

When skies are fair and clouds do swiftly flee,
And gentle warmth doth rise, as night doth fall,
A temperature of thirty-six doth be
The low, a threshold 'neath the morning's call.

But then, as darkness starts its slow descent,
Temperatures rise to thirty-eight's sweet prime,
As if the stars themselves did consecrate
This hour of rest, and all the world entwine

In tranquil slumber, freed from wind's wild sway,
A west-northwest breeze doth gently play
At six miles per hour, a soothing zephyr's breath
That whispers peaceful dreams into our ear.

And thus, we bask in warmth and calm delight.

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**STYLE:** Shakespearean sonnet