Born into Weather

[Verse 1] We were thunder no one called for On a sky that had been still Fifteen years of quiet distance Then a storm the house could feel Suitcase hearts already scattered Old wounds hanging in the hall We were whispers in the doorway Like we weren’t meant at all [Pre-Chorus] Mama wore her brave like armor Said, “You’ll have a different road” But you can’t outrun the shadows Living underneath your bones [Chorus] We were born into weather Didn’t ask for the rain Some of us learned to hide Some of us carried the pain One voice soft as a secret One voice ready to fight Same blood, same broken ceiling Different ways to survive We were just kids in a storm Trying to outrun the sky [Verse 2] He was chasing neon stages With a six-string and a dream Left his echoes in the bottles And the silence in between Mama’s past like cracked glass windows Let the cold come pouring through And when she wasn’t there to guard us The storm came dressed in you [Pre-Chorus] I learned quiet was a shelter You learned how to take the flame You stood tall in all her anger I disappeared to stay safe [Chorus] We were born into weather Didn’t ask for the rain Some of us learned to hide Some of us carried the pain One voice soft as a secret One voice ready to fight Same blood, same broken ceiling Different ways to survive We were just kids in a storm Trying to outrun the sky [Bridge] Now the years come back like thunder In the middle of the night Every memory a lightning strike In flashes of black and white And I’m learning how to hold it Without letting it take me down Finding truth in the silence Where I used to drown [Break / Soft Build] It wasn’t love that made it easy It was love that made it hard Trying to grow a garden In a backyard full of scars [Final Chorus] We were born into weather But we don’t have to stay I’m not that quiet child now I’ve got something to say For every soul still hiding For every heart that fights There’s a way through the storm There’s a way to the light We were just kids in a storm… Now we’re learning to rewrite [Outro] Still hear the thunder sometimes But it don’t own me now I was born into weather… But I’m breaking out © 2026 Rushell MacDonald. All rights reserved