This power is a blessing and a curse,
a force that can control the atmosphere.
I'll summon up a hurricane and worse,
or blow away the clouds and make it clear.
My colleagues all respect my strength and powers
to vanquish villains with climatic change.
But when I wile away the idle hours,
I wish this talent didn't seem so strange.
When I met you, the sky was full of blue.
We basked in sun, but soon the clouds would gain
their hold on the horizon, moving through
when you betrayed me. Still I held back rain.
I've got to clear these dark thoughts from my head,
or some stray lightning bolt may strike you dead.