I'm Not Crying Over You

I'm not crying over you,
It's the rain that makes me blue!
When I'm dreaming, it's the sky,
As fluffy white clouds roll by.

When I'm not sleeping late at night,
It's not from loneliness or fright,
But the air is to warm,
After a storm.

Though I think he may be right,
But I'd never tell,
For my tears are of lost love,
My happiness the cost.

Someday soon, I'll find the room;
I'll let my heart grow, but even then I'll know,
That I'm not crying over you,
It's the rain that makes me blue!

First crack at this one. I will be scraping it soon I think.