The forecast does not look good.
You tell me not to worry
You say the forecast can be wrong.
You tell me I worry too much
Give it a chance
But no clouds are over your house.
While I shop for sand bags,
You’re planning a vacation.
While I check my roof for leaks,
You’re bemoaning a hang nail.
The pressure is building and I smell rain
But you pat me on the head
And show me your safety pin.