Your Daddy's voice sounds like thunder
Your Daddy's fists strike like lighting
His torrential rains pull you down under
Nothing to a child's more frighting

You shouldn't have to face the weather
As once again you brave the storm
No amount of sunshine will make it better
When you know what's still to come

There's also the worry these storms carry
From one generation to the next
And a coming storm that's left alone
Will level all that's in it's path
Until there's nothing but the pain of the storm left