Nights like this: where raindrops fall the size of pears
Thunder rings, like a call from above;
A cry from the gods who’ve not seen our love
On the ground we watch the skies, a show of our impending fears

As the clouds begin to clutter
As the gods begin to shudder
As we lay down for one perpetual wink
As the earth begins to tumble as the seas begin to sink,
     the world begins to think

As the rivers run red with blood
And the crops once in drought, flood
As Atlas’ shoulders start to shift
And the earth itself needs lift

As the waters must soon retreat
As we learn a fault no one will repeat
As we start to see the beginnings of ends
As we change our ways, as if to make amends