He checked the forecast last night, lying in bed, her trying to make him stay
It said in their part of town, no shadow of doubt, that it wouldn't rain today
She says they'll always be friends, but he knows that they won't
Either lovers or lovers who failed
Everything comes to end, he knows that too well
Learned it the hard way, but she's trying to help him change

But a month of rain fell in one day, and it washed all our plans away

He sometimes gets in a mood, trying to shake three decades of January blues
She was an angel those days, kissing his head like it's a cut or graze
Time can put salt in a wound, but the kettle will boil again and again for you
Then she says I'll just get some air, walks to the park, and quietly waited
There like she's waiting for him to care