Beware the storm her wrath is coming,
Purging us with her Biblical rain,
Drowning our screams with thunderous drumming,
Mother Nature's dealing the pain,
Bringing the swirling winds of change,
That rip and tear this small town apart,
Consuming all within its range,
Destructive from the very start,
While terror fills my heavy heart.
The storm has arrived it's finally here,
The streets contain not one sign of life,
A town full of bodies hidden in fear,
Attention we slice with the blade of the knife,
A lightning bolt pierces and cracks through the air,
For a moment the heavens are tumbling down,
The boom of the thunder lays our shame bare,
And seals our embarrassment and that of the town,
When storm and her chaos have completed their fun,
We re-enter the world and embrace the great sun.