The Weatherman - Fictional

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 recreate 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

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