A Amaj7 A Amaj7
There are blank white dawns in August A Amaj7
When the sun has burned the colour out of the sky A Amaj7 A7
There may be thunder claps and lightning D Bm
But when the storm is over you're already dry D Bm E7 E

There are blank white skies in winter, too A
When the clouds stand shoulder to shoulder promising rain A Amaj7 A7
And they're so earnest, they're so faithful D Bm
As they prosecute their rounds, I feel I should not complain D Bm E7 E

But I am wet, so wet D Bb D
My bones are sodden and damp A E
I am wet, so wet D Bb D
I am marked with winter's stamp A E
Wet, so wet D Bb D
For February speaks with only one voice: A Amaj7 A7
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice D Bm E7 A
Amaj7 A Amaj7
You can't shake the weather off, A Amaj7
It settles in to you closer than your own name A Amaj7 A7
You can set yourself on fire D Bm
But when the smoke is over you will feel the same D Bm E7 E

Wet, so wet D Bb D
That moss grows on your north side A E
Wet, so wet D Bb D
That the moon imposes a tide A E
Wet, so wet D Bb D
For February speaks with only one voice: A Amaj7 A7
It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice D Bm E7 A

It's rain or rain, this isn't multiple choice D Bm E7 A