Fictional

I can cause a thunderstorm
deep inside your brain
its creeping, creeping up slowly
and then hits with full force
I can drive the fog away
or recreate it from nothing
so please tell me what you want
tell me all your wishes
I am the weatherman
so people call me snow
I do what I can for my final show
I make your days bright
give you a pleasant feeling
pleasant feelings are what we all long for
I can arrange a field of snow
or a mighty blizzard
whatever you are longing for,
whatever you desire
I see clouds following you
wherever you will go
I can make them rain
just tell me all your wishes
I am the weatherman
so people call me snow
I do what I can for my final show
I make your days bright
give you a pleasant feeling
pleasant feelings are what we all long for
[ The Weatherman Lyrics ]