The rain it sounds,
like a great drum pouning.
Thunder growling,
like a trumpet sounding.
The wind is howling,
the skies are clouding,
the people shouting,
awlays doubting.

The heavens pouting,
pouring rain.
Then calm.
He raises up his palm,
blood rushing through his vain.
The world stops,
and jaws drop,
the monstrous storm is slain.

The sun shines through.
The skies are blue.
Grass sparkles with thin dew,
as everything starts anew.