Fire from the sky
A beautiful sight

Fingers of God reaching through the night

The thunder calls with defiant sound
Natures fury shakes the ground

The rain, like curtains, shrouds the eyes
In wailing wind a Banshee cries

The Storm is upon us
I feel its soul
In lightning crash and thunder roll
I have no care to be forewarned
The Lord knows
I love

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