When it's windy ghosts come out.

You can hear them if you listen well. They don't sound like the wind.

They're more of a whispering. But you won't know what they're saying.

When it's cloudy ghosts come out.

Not rainy days. They don't like the sound the rain makes.

The rain is like thousands of rocks crashing upon them. They don't like the rain.

When it's empty ghosts come out.

There's no one outside but them and me and the dog. And we just walk.

I sing to them sometimes. They don't listen.

But ghosts don't come out when it's night.

They're just as scared as you.