Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

I'm very lucky when it comes to weather.

No storm lasts forever, difficult times too get over after a while. Weather the storm; it’s sunny on the other side.

The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O'Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache for just a glimpse.

Every corner of the sky awkwardly showed up wearing the exact same thing, a moody gray dress accessorized with flat clouds. If North, South, East, and West were drag queens, this would be bad, very bad.