It's February and there's no snow
No heavy coats
Shorts are out in show

The mesquite are blooming
Winter's at an end
Temperatures warming
Supposed to be eighty this weekend

I do not believe
We will have a quiet spring
Once the rains come
Tornadoes will be the thing

That's fine, I will be waiting
I need a storm or two
It'll match my heart's direction
Since it's compass is now askew