Raindrops

The sunshine makes me moody, not pleasant to be around
Those bright rays make my head hurt and I won't make a sound
I will end up feeling nauseated and my eyeballs will burn
The sunlight penetrating my skin just makes my stomach churn

I prefer a dark and stormy day, with raindrops pounding down
I want the grass a healthy green, not a malnourished brown
I like to hear the thunder echoing through the midnight sky
As if it's yelling at the sun to go away, saying a final "good bye"

I have been accused of many of being an evil vampire
That my wish for bad weather is just oh so dire

Those with Seasonal Affective Disorder just don't understand
That I am my own unique genuine Taylor brand
I have fair skin and the daylight scorches my skin
But a single raindrop will bring my mouth up into a silly grin

Perhaps I shouldn't crave the cool raindrops so much
Maybe it's a bad thing that I'm attracted to the darkness and such

Maybe the wet weather is really Jesus crying
That the goodness in this world is drying up and dying