When did you stop loving the rain?

When did you stop loving the rain? 
I remember the boy who danced through puddles 
watched lightning like a telenovela 
and sang along to the drumbeat of thunder

Now when the rain comes 
you stay under the covers 
and grumble about 'fairness'
and the ruining of days
as if it came just to punish you

I can't remember the last time I heard you
with a boyish grin on your face
count the miles in Mississippis

I wish you would remember that 
the face in the clouds 
was once a dear friend
Maybe your lust for life
would return
Maybe I would too