Cloudy, today?
Seems to be—even in the skies.
So you can relate to this song?
Of course.
But I wish you sweet seasons of growth.
The weeds seem to be getting all the rain. I don’t care—let them.
You are so like gentle thunder—running off on tangents and leaping to conclusions. This is like all four seasons in one day—something you happen to excel at and so apropos as a Sting song. Shelve everything you hear from the would-be-mr-know-it-all fluttering around your desk and …
Listen to you? Oh, right … Come, heavy sleep sounds like a better idea. I’m not a good player in this game.
Au contraire—baby, you’re the best.
I just see weeds, weeds, and more weeds—flourishing like they were drenched with Miracle-Gro.
Cloudy, today? Seems to be—even in the skies.
So you can relate to this song? Of course. But I wish you sweet seasons of growth. The weeds seem to be getting all the rain. I don’t care—let them. You are so like gentle thunder—running off on tangents and leaping to conclusions. This is like all four seasons in one day—something you happen to excel at and so apropos as a Sting song. Shelve everything you hear from the would-be-mr-know-it-all fluttering around your desk and … Listen to you? Oh, right … Come, heavy sleep sounds like a better idea. I’m not a good player in this game. Au contraire—baby, you’re the best. I just see weeds, weeds, and more weeds—flourishing like they were drenched with Miracle-Gro.