Interpreting The Times

You predict that dense clouds will bring drizzles. Wild West wind, you say, causes scotching heat Time's chisel, in your skill and will, fizzles. In you, weather's ups and downs, take backseat. Have you ceased seeing the deiform dawn? Virtues and vices charm you as choices. Towards past and future, you're often drawn Can't you hear the present time's sore voices? Both questions and answers are in your hands. Your innocence should win over all. Shouldn't harmony be your best of plans? Isn't there a dawn after each nightfall? Could the sun ignore any of its beams? Reconcile! Foes too will flow with your streams.