The sun will rise and you will stay,
but when the clouds come in you'll go away.
and when the fore cast predicts clear skies,
you'll be right there by my side.
When times are bad and it starts to rain,
you won't be there to feel my pain.
The rain would stop and the skies turn blue,
you'd be back, through and through.
The wind turns cool and it starts to snow,
you'll suddenly have somewhere else to go.
Feet of snow will cover the ground,
and you are nowhere to be found.
Then the hurricane will roll on in,
goodbye to you, my fairweather friend.
Kelly Curiel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-fairweather-friend/
