Sometimes it's cloudy, sometimes it's bad. Sometimes it's bright, sometimes it makes you glad. A shooting star is like a kiss from afar. It happens real fast, but the warmth still lasts.
Clouds sometimes hover, Bad feelings sometimes take over.
But the love lasts, although it may not seem. A drizzle of rain, An argument might strain. But with rain comes growing, And love's true colors start showing. After the sky turns gray, A rainbow appears to brighten the day. After love seems like it's gone.