Fictional The Weatherman
I can cause a thunderstorm deep inside your brain
It's creeping, creeping up slowly
And then hits with full force
I can drive the fog away or re-create it from nothing
So please tell me what you want
Tell me all your wishes
I am the weatherman
So people call me snow
I do what I can for my final show
I make your days bright
Give you a pleasant feeling
Pleasant feelings are what we all long for
I can arrange a field of snow or a mighty blizzard
Whatever you are longing for
Whatever you desire
I see clouds following you wherever you will go
I can make them rain
Just tell me all your wishes
