“The Storm The sky is crying Cold teardrops fall The sky might be trying To feed plants and animals and all Then comes darkness It goes throughout the land Then comes my own tiredness I give in and take its hand Here comes the flashing light and the noise It awakes me from my slumber The tears are just one of the decoys Finally, it stops, the ground is umber Then a rainbow so colorful It cuts through the sky like a knife So lovely, so beautiful It makes me realize the beauty of life”
