It seems rather understandable that
we put so much value on the weather
when all else fails it keeps
the lines of communication going
we can handle a change of heart
for being tempered by the seasons
there is a thousand mile list
of things that are forgotten
only a handful like the fall of leaves
can we count on and believe in
the wind may blow our footprints away
but the wind will always blow
though the dust may beg to differ
the rain will come again someday
 
If I'd known I was never going to see you again
I would have given you more than a kiss