I'll talk about her like a metaphor
Without like, she's a weatherstorm
Know that she was a bit better before
She writes in the sky her love
So my reply to her in my letter form
Asked me why I do still stay
When I'm blown away like a feather as her winds roar
Cause she is my weather, that's a simile and not a metaphor
Compare her to nothing, as forever indebted to her