• You come by when I least expect it and give it all you got
    You come by anytime between nine and five o'clock
    You turn the skies your shameful shade of gray
    Then it's your time to come out and play

    First you start with the sound of sliding chairs
    Then comes, closely behind, your roaring of some bears
    Finally your patting of tears flow across my window
    Once you've done your job you decide it's time to go

    You leave us wondering what to do when you leave so suddenly
    What could you have later on turned out to be?
    A devastation, a prayer, a quick hello/goodbye
    Or maybe you'd leave some kid wanting to fly his kite

    Either way you'll always leave us with some type of good news
    Ocean back in tide, or flowers back in bloom
    We could never be without you though we think you're such a pain
    We all know we love you, our least expecting rain