It crackles and whips against the darken sky
Disguise by the clouds
It makes itself noticed
Then gone in a flash like lightening
The sound of it rolling through the sky is not what worries me
It's what comes after
What follows
The disaster that it brings
As I look to the sky
The darken clouds looks full
And ready to bring hell
I wonder what kind of precipitation will fall
It booms in again and again
But it's hard to pinpoint its location
I don't not know from where it comes
But it's a warning
A beacon
But I'm use to this kind of storm
And they say nothing is promised tomorrow
But I promise you what happens today
Will spill off into the next day