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The thunder bangs real loud

I jump with fright

Then its gone, and now I'm alright

The rain pours down and fills the ground

This is how my world goes 'round



The sky is so white as if heaven is calling

When you look up towards the sky, it's almost as if you're falling

The wet drops fall down upon your face

It's almost as if they're in a race



The cars drive by splashing water from the flooded roads

When will the rain dry up? Who knows

The wind blows now giving off a gentle breeze

I look up; drenched; the trees



The sound of the rain is starting to decrease

The thunder and lightning begin to cease

The wind still blows, it feels real cool

Is this really some kind of God's tool



Whats his message? Is there some kind of story?

When the sun shines brightly it'll be glory

There is no sun, there is no heat

The light rain continues to wet the street

It's really dying down now, it's almost gone

A few minutes go by, I guess I was wrong



The rain continues to fall from the sky

I breathe in again and give a sigh

How does the rain know how to stop falling from the sky and onto the land

How does it start and end, I don't understand



I never realized what a mystery a storm can be

What will happen next

I guess we'll just have to wait and see