Well I heard that it might be raining bed sheets and lover's words

There are some moments that no matter what you do or how you try, you will never forget. These moments could be of anything; the moment when you walked into class on May 15th of your 6th grade year, the exact precise instant where you walked into the doctor's by yourself for the first time.


Let's throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'do not disturb'
Sign me up for the storm
I'll wear my suit for the shower
Cause I'll have you to keep me warm in the coldest hour

Or when he realized he loved her. And shortly after that, when he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Or when he caught yourself staring at engagement rings in the mall by himself, trying to figure out which one she might like, while trying to see how much he could afford.

And when the darkness falls under your hair, there I'll be
And crazy is the forecast all week

And the moment when he saw her walking down the aisle, all alone, no father there to give her away to him, the first time he cried in front of more than one person. Or her light, embarrassed smile as she tried to hide the excitement boiling in her veins.

Well every kiss, every hug is so light on the touch, delicate like a snowflake

They could barely contain themselves once they got into their resort room. Control was thrown off the 5-star balcony, and they let the rain pour down and 'ruin' their honeymoon. Feathery, provocative kisses and touches were exchanged and bartered for, and there was no need for the sun at any point during the day or night.


Well I can taste, I can taste, I can taste, I can taste you all over my face
And everyone might find me foolish to not be counting on the sun

It was supposed to be a sunny tropical paradise, a relaxing week to get used to being husband and wife, going out on excursions, scuba diving, sunbathing together, outdoor villa dinners, all of it was planned. Being very organized people, they had laboriously and meticulously planned out every single day to the nth degree. But none of that mattered now.


But your mouth is my umbrella now
And I'm holding your tongue

And if the rain should fall for sure
With you I'll be
And crazy is the forecast all week

They were now trapped in the room by the weather forecast, all plans cancelled, and only the barest minimum of room service to keep them company and to give them food and water. Delicate fingers and touches were spread over skin like heat lightning on an early August sky, spidering out with erotic intent.

There's a good chance in hell
Like cats and dogs we'll be flying
And I'm no weatherman
But you are lightning, striking

Here comes the sun
And the rain
All at once
How it sing

In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a cloud
And await for the warning of another come down
Because the water is healthy for the roses in your cheeks

Sleepy, satisfied eyes met, drummed to near-sleep by the serenading of the rain and sexual exhaustion. Flushed, smooth skin wisped against the high-quality sheets as they were raised up to cover them.


My well holds plenty for penny wishin' in your deep end
And when the lights go out, no doubt, with you I'll be

And crazy is the forecast all week

And if the rains should fall for sure with you I'll be
Because crazy is the forecast all week long

Laying there together, dozing and murmuring sweet nothings and everythings, they couldn't halp but hope that it would rain for the next few days.


Crazy is the forecast