The weekend will come with a storm,
And we will catch the raindrops together.
Our brightly colored coats against the grey of the clouds will be magnificent,
And no one can stop us from happiness in the dullness of life.
Our laughs will echo off of the walls of the world,
And so will the angered thunder.
In God's tears is where we shall walk,
With our hands intertwined and with our hopes in the sky.