Drip.
Drip.
Boom.

When I look out my rain plastered window.
I see the storm is approaching the meadow.

Drip.
Drip.
Boom.

I lay back on my bed and listen.
I hear the window and the rain kissing.
I imagine how the sunlit meadow glistens.

Drip.
Drip.
Boom.

My heart starts to flutter.
When I hear the proud thunder.
My room lights up in color.
As the lightning strikes another.

Drip.
Drip.
Boom.

All of my words drown in the noise.
While my mind is risen and poise.
Like me, sometimes, the storm is powerful and destroys.

Drip.
Drip.
Boom.

When the morning comes near.
Everything is bright and clear.