By chilly winter gloom
Or powerful monsoon
I love to watch outside
After afternoon showers
Evening lightning scours
But me I do not hide
Though inside I loiter
Watching drenching water
As late hours fly by
The weather does astound
Reverberating resound
And I witness the sky cry
It's a weather schadenfreude
I'm a meteorological sadist
Whenever the clouds
Are angry or sad
I sit back and I watch and I smile
Five seconds to a mile
The math's simplicities beguile
A flash, a boom, and time
Time, seven p.m., await this
Fine by eleven at the latest
The storms go, leaving me behind
It's not crummy or bad
Nor stark raving mad
Just because it isn't dry
Not frightful or inclement
Or dreary unpleasant
It's only the sky cry
It's a weather schadenfreude
I'm a meteorological sadist
Whenever the clouds
Are angry or sad
I sit back and I watch and I smile
On a weather schadenfreude
As a meteorological sadist
Whenever the clouds
Are angry or sad
I sit back and I watch and I smile
Yeah a weather schadenfreude
Ah a meteorological sadist
Whenever the clouds
Are angry or sad
I sit back and I watch and I smile