Radar array

And you saw how sad I was
Glancing at empty bedrooms
Of kids who already moved away
So you held my hand and said–

Let’s get a dog named Doppler
Dress up your truck with a radar array
Go to weather school during the day
So we can chase storms together

Get associate degrees in meteorology
Learn about the Enhanced-Fujita scale
Get lost in the plains looking for hail
And cumulonimbus as far as the eye can see

Spend our time frequenting truck stops
As we scope out all the best spots
To witness a lowering from the clouds
Traveling the state as much as the gas tank allows

After sending our pictures to the weather guy
We’ll stop for pulled pork and pie
Looking at the sunset in the sky
Like we did before our kids were born