Storm warriors never linger, beckon they call upon the sands of time, they never delay actions, each fear passes by without a shadow, only now the shadows hide the sun that's taken away the tears.
Now in the misty morning light, the dew softly lays on the roses, so softly it lingers, no breeze to kiss away each dew drop that falls upon the ground, it lays still on the roses that quietly send out it's sweet fragrance.
Thunder drums loudly in the distance while raindrops fall one by one on the cracked thirsty river bed, songs of rain play in tune with each lightening bolt hitting down like madness from heaven.
No balance does the weather have, it rains now for days without stopping, each lake overflows the banks soaking the tree trucks without mercy, days go on without hope, when the hand of God comes down in anger for the wrong man has done.
Time goes on for eternity, no peace in storm warriors they pass like a thief in the night, leaving the breeze blowing through the treetops never noticing, only touching a few hearts, of those who know the reason they appeared to only say goodbye.