• I can feel the rain pouring down on me
    I can smell it’s chill on the breeze
    Seeping through to brush my skin with icy fingers
    The storm rages on

    Lighting flashes overhead
    So brief, the echo of a whisper
    A blinding flash, like quicksilver
    Then gone without a trace

    Thunder roles through the clouds
    A voice without a face
    Speaks to me in booms and crackles
    Like the ringing of a gong

    Wind howls through the trees, streets, and canyons
    Down the rivers and up the mountainside
    Whips my hair about my face
    As I gaze blindly through the rain

    I stand alone in a storming town
    Open road before me and empty streets
    One light flickers down upon me
    A lone street lamp burning low

    I watch as its final glow is spent
    As it flickers to a close
    I lift my sodden wings to its last light
    And take flight to the flashing gray clouds

    Breaking through to cold morning sunshine
    I fly on to clearer skies
    To a town where my last street lamp
    Isn’t burning down