All I asked was for you to hold the storm,
Grip it in your arms and calm it down,
To collect the rain water in your palm,
Protecting me from any harm,

Then pat it with your palm
And soothe the rumbling,
Capture the power of the lightening
And grasp it in your fingertips,

Pluck the snow and the hail
From the hard ground,
Roll it up and just throw it away
To stop it from return

And then smooth the rough edges,
Draw back the strong waves
And the destructive gales,
Keep me safe from the weather.

Allow the flowers to grow,
Make the trees bloom,
Watch the colours burst,
While all the rain is kept at bay,

All I asked was for you to hold the storm,
Shelter me from the cold harsh winds
And the deathly waves,
Keep all our pain away,
But you couldn't. So now
The flowers will never grow.