You are my dark day.

You are the cold wind blowing.

You are thunderheads building in the east.

Come and rain on my parade.

Pour you're freezing sheets of water,

For you also bring life to me.

You are the inside and I am the outside.

You bring tears and I wipe them dry.

But I care less about the parade,

And more about conjuring the water,

And this happiness sustains me in the good times and the bad.

And even amidst the parade,

I perform the ancient forgotten dance

That brings you.

-jenn