The air, sultry, full of menace
Thunder heads forming over the distant hills
The animals, birds silent. Gone to places known only to them
They know what's coming
A rabbit a bird they can sense such things
Soon nature is going to reveal her pent up power
Unleash red electric blue bolts to rip the sky asunder
Then, then the very air will reverberate to the crushing sound of thunder
Dogs will cringe and humans wince then at natures electric orchestra
At music they do not comprehend
Some will pray to unknown Gods believing now their lives will end
Comes now the first drops of what will become
A deluge of icy rain
For some that is a blessing as it falls on barren plains
Now the power of nature for all to see
So powerfully revealed
Yes, some may die but many will be healed
Thus is the balance of nature
The weak and old must die
Life is like the ocean and
The ebb and flow of tide