These clouds tonight.

I've a feeling tonight,
and I don't know why,
that the clouds will open up
and cry;
it's been far too long
and far too dry:
I've a feeling tonight -
I'm not sure why -
that the clouds will open up
and cry.

I've a feeling tonight
that the sky is weak:
to break tonight is what it seeks;
its nature is to weary long
when tears are muted from its song.
I've a feeling tonight
that the sky will break;
I've a feeling it sleeps
when I'm wide awake.