My Friend Pedro

Seasons change
Just like people do.
Always thought we’d face the seasons
Without them changing you.
Winter is here
And the cold is setting in.
I’m ill-prepared for snow fall
And I’m all alone again.
You might try to be my sunshine
On those cloudy awful days.
The chance is slight, but I just might
Let those feelings melt away.
Who knows, next year when summer comes again,
I could be your flower and you could be my rain.