The night before
She came
She came stronger than ever
With her fury locks of blue tipped hair
And molten fire eyes that caught your stare
Her thundering voice caught the ears of the many
And she wailed and she grieved plenty
Her eyes bleeding rain to the ground
In which many did drown
She made her way down the old creek bend
Sweeping down trees
Sweeping down mountains
For she longed for her place
In this old, old world
Her moans for guidance
Tore through the silence
Many fear for her name brings shakes
And her walk brings quakes
Many will run
Many will hide
But I understand what is deep inside-
With her uproar
Men know peace and no war
With her rain
Men can grow all their grains
With her thundering cries
Men know the quiet and no lies
She gives strength to the world
And hope for a day anew unfurled
She makes me feel at home
When she is near I let my heart roam
Her thundering voice lulls me to sleep
Her pit patting rain- I’m now asleep
Her bright flashing eyes watching over me
I know I am safe- at last I am free.