Verse:
Weather man
says skies are sunny.
Says it's fair and warm
all the day
Weather man
Something is funny
I can see storm clouds
coming my way.
Chorus:
It looks like rain on my love
The dark clouds above
are chasing the sunbeams away
The ugly clouds of despair
Are hovering near today
Not long ago
Skies were blue
Blessed by the magic of you.
Now you are gone
and it seems
gone are the wonderful dreams
That I had
The days go by
and are gone
and though I go on
It's different not having you near
The skies are gray and obscure
where there was sunshine before
It looks like rain
on my love affair.
My next lyric – still 1943 – succumbed to the obvious. (The music crammed with four-note chords.)