This day the sky rains down.
Oh this drama queen
eager to share
Anger for her paramour
who sings among the deserts
and sweltering summer days.

This day I sing
Or try to sing, because
This day in her jealousy
She blinds me with her tears
and drowns my song with
her own cheerless tune.

Spiteful sky!
Know not that I'm here
to weep with you?
This day to dance, to laugh
then to rejoice when your mood lifts
When this cold gale ceases
And I'm free to lift my song
Once again to my own eternity