A STREAK OF LIGHT, A SURGE OF POWER FROM L.A. TO THE EIFFEL TOWER THE ROAR OF THUNDER. THE BLAZE OF THE RAIN GIVES SOME PEOPLE PLEASURE AND OTHER PAIN
THE DANCE OF THE LIGHTING THE SONG OF THE THUNDER MAKES SOME PEOPLE THINK AND OTHERS WONDER
THE YELLOW FIRE BURNING THE SKY MAKES SOME PEOPLE LAUGH AND OTHER CRY
THE BOOM OF THE THUNDER SHOWS YOU IT'S ANGER BUT THE FLASH OF THE LIGHTING WARNS YOU OF DANGER THE SQUIGGLES OF LIGHT COLOR THE SKY FORCING YOU UP, GRABBING YOUR EYE
THE NEXT DAY THE STORM HAS PASSED LEAVING REMAINS OF WHAT IT OUTCAST
BROKEN LIMBS JUST LIE ABOUT IN THE BREEZE WAS THAT A SHOUT
IT'S MIGHT BE MY BROTHER FLYING HIS KITE BUT I THINK IT'S THE STORM SAYING GOOD NIGHT