• the rain is falling,
    the wind is calling

    lightning's striking
    the land it's brightening

    thunder booms across the sky
    roaring out its lonesome cry

    trees are shaking
    branches breaking

    rivers flood across the land
    far beyond their normal span

    earthquakes rip the ground asunder
    leaving waste, the storm to plunder

    tornado's shriek about the land
    living out thier brutal plan

    hail and fire take their turn
    mountains quake and forests burn

    but all this happends where none can see
    in the broken soul of one like me