Without a Sound

The clouds are ominous today in varying shades of gray and then it pours or sometimes never rains. But then assumptions about the weather are easily put and easier to change. The meaning is missing but at least I know that when the sky's blue there's always the sun And thunder Is often accompanied by rain. But not you. I can see you and nearly touch the vibrating sound of your laughter that's always shaking my ground In varying shades of sound Like thunder. But I can never find the evidence of your sun. The giving and taking of light comes without rhythm or warning and it's demeaning when it's gone. And so I'll play in thunder til the rain pulls me under and you're left without a sound