As the Englishmen say, if you have nothing to talk about, talk about the weather. I'll have a try, so far as I spend quite a lot of time in the open air while gardening.

Ходят по небу стадом барашки.
Не барашки, а так — замарашки.
Морды серые в небо уткнули,
А один — позади, в карауле.

Хоть им нету недели от роду — Ох, накличут они непогоду!

Expecting to feel inspiration to translate this childish verse, which was written a month ago, into English in a little while. It's going to be fun, I think. Wish everyone a nice weather forecast for tomorrow!