The clouds seem woolly amid the sky,
while curiously floating past our eyes;
The rumbling thunder rolls on by,
which sets the scene for clouds to cry.

In emerald tears the waters gush,
while folks take off among the rush;
Of shaking trees and slippery streets,
with raindrops falling down their cheeks.

And when the lightning dances about,
the children shriek and soon cry out;
For mother to take their tiny hands,
and keep them safe from Nature's demand.

The story always seems the same,
as turbulence settles after the rain;
And sunshine will prevail once more,
from Nature's promise to endure.