Today the weather feels okay, nothing too interesting.
I'm not a meteorologist, but I have a cool way of reading the weather:
What the weather's like today
depends on how you feel.
If you wake up giggling
and rolling off the bed,
sunny skies are flickering
and roses blossom red.
If you start to sing a song
and dance before you go,
cherry blossoms fly among
the gentle breeze below.
If you kiss me, wave goodbye
and daydream about us,
dandelions fill the sky
with little clouds of fuzz.
Every smile that you laugh
will brighten up my day.
Gives them to me, let me have,
I want the sun to stay.
But if you start to shed a tear
and fill the sky with rain,
I'll hold you tight and hold you dear
and melt away the pain.