supposed to be in the mid 50's today.
and then it's supposed to rain tonight.
for awhile, nothing revolved around you -
the weather was just rain, snow, wind, sun
now it all reminds me of you
of your words, of your smiles, of your quivers
today it's supposed to be warm.
that'll remind me of our best memories
and when it rains tonight,
i might cry. or i might think about crying to you.
and then i might cry.
call and try and stop me
is a hopeful thing to say
because i don't think you will.
but ask me how i am, ask me if i've made any rain of my own tonight
so i know you're out there, listening really to me.