There's music in the sunlight,
I used to hear it on bright days.
A comforting sound of warmth
shining down the sweetest rays.
I used to dance to the sound;
I would twirl in empty fields.
I used to roll in the grass,
I used to know how joy feels.

There's music in the rain,
I used to hear this music too.
The sound of puddle stomping,
the sound of cuddling with you.
The sound of romance movies,
the sound of a cozy fire.
The sound of tea and blankets,
the sound of deep desire.

I miss the rain and sun,
I found music in them both.
Different sounds of life
and different sounds of hope.

Some dislike the weather,
they don't hear the soothing sounds.
They can't appreciate it,
they don't notice it's around.

I've had nothing but clouds lately,
not a spot of warmth or blue.
Still I keep my ears to the sky
knowing the weather's overdue.