• Out over the horizon, clouds rolling in.
    The time for Storm has come again.
    Darkened clouds, the day transforms.
    The darkness comes as the lightening forms.
    The wind, it blows clouds that banish mirth
    as the rain falls and touches the earth.
    A figure stands, still as stone,
    a gentle soul but still alone.
    His soul is one with the storm at hand
    He calls his friend upon the land.
    The thunder rolls, the lightening strikes,
    the light arcs out like poisoned spikes.
    The rain nurtures the earth below
    The lightening is swift and sure as an arrow.
    Thunder scares the children inside
    as they wait indoors for the storm to subside.
    The gentle rumble, the draft at night,
    The constant, effective, flashing light,
    The fall of the rain upon the roof,
    All of these calming sounds aloof
    Help to rock minds to rest.
    With calming dreams abreast.
    It storms through the day, into the night
    The sun above is below, no longer bright.
    The rain still falls, now say good-bye
    as they fall asleep to their lullaby.