I see thunder,
I see rain,
I see heaven’s rage,
Descend upon this mane.

The sky blackens,
And the wind is a riot,
How do we contain
God’s wrath?

Dark clouds gather all around,
As if it’s a shroud,
The sun of a while ago,
Is a golden rim up yonder.

The rain it pelts,
With mighty gusto,
Turning this land
Into a state of limbo.

But life goes on,
This is no wonder,
For the rain will stop,
And the clouds will disappear.

The heavens will smile again,
Clear the skies and save its name,
For man has to plod along,
And finish his task – just the same!