The crying sun whispers to a cloud.
The north wind hears and howls out loud.
We’ll make them wish they’d never been born.
Let’s stir things up and cause a storm.

As rain stings my skin and the wind grips my soul
I look for shelter and wait for a lull.
Hoping things can only get better.
I look to the sky and curse the weather.

I booked a flight to Costa Rica
Sat by the window, you should have seen her.
She noticed me across the aisle.
Mouthed “hello” and gave me a smile.

We met on the beach – drinks at eight.
Made love through the night – this must be fate.
Awoke the next morning unable to move.
She whispered softly “I’m going to kill you”.

On the wall hangs a sign
Tomorrow’s wet, the next day’s fine
So, who decides what’s to be done?
The wind – the rain – the crying sun

The storm now almost at its peak.
His body’s strong – her mind is weak.
No one can tell the way she feels.
She loves them once – and then she kills.

As pressure builds inside her mind
Explanations hard to find.
Those memories that just won’t fade
Still confused, she grabs the blade.

As the sun bursts through an open blind
I struggled to fathom her crazy mind.
She said “I’m sorry - but I’m not to blame.
I’m never wrong - guess I’m insane”.

With staring eyes and a plastic smile
She hesitates for just a while.
“We’ve had our fun – no harm done.
If I kill you now, no one will know”.

And as the light begins to fade
I think of all the plans I’ve made.
My life now hovering like a shroud.
I look through the blind to a lonely cloud.

The breeze softly whispers “there’s nothing to fear.
The sun’s now setting the end is near”.
And on my journey to the other side
I see the storm begin to subside.