i wish you didn't have to go, he said
rain falling on his down turned head
she was a dark cloud rolling in
and he was a small boy
umbrella in hand, so naive

she had a temper to rival the gods
he played with fire, he knew he'd get burned
she was the thunder, the lightening, the wind
he was a small boy, afraid to give in

he hoped to contain her
but she ran away
he hoped he could love her
but she turned away

she wished she didn't have to go
but the pull had it's hold on her
begging her, pleading her
she was a dark cloud rolling by
he was a small boy, so naive

she had a temper to rival the gods
he played with fire, he knew he'd get burned
she was the thunder, the lightening, the wind
he was a small boy, afraid to give in

i wish you didn't have to go, he said
but she was gone
and he was naive, standing there with his umbrella
head down turned, hoping she'd return.