I don't know where you are or what you're doing right now, but I wish I was there.

Hot weather, cold weather,

It hardly matters.

We'll make our own weather.

We'll trade sunlight for shared skin,

A cool breeze for dancing,

Thunder for the beating in our chests.

We'll blush with joy instead of frost,

Stick with sweat instead of raindrops,

Swelter with gazes instead of cloudless skies,

Storm in words instead of waves.

Blue will be my head on your shoulder,

Gray when we turn our backs

And humid when we combine our breaths.

We'll even make a starry sky with our fingertips.

We'll make our own weather,

Wherever we go,

As long as we're together.