STORM

Grey clouds linger on the horizon.
Come on, come on, come on.
White lights flicker in the distance.
Come on, come on, come on.
Low thunder snarls through the trees.
Come on, come on, come on.

Please, please, please.
Break open the sky,
Give the clouds
a chance to cry,
Take the pressure away,
The building strain,
It needs to rain,
We need it to rain.

Tears fall down,
Cries sound,
Truths are found
As the storm breaks,
Time takes
The pain away,
So they say,
So they say.