I watch out the window
as the rain pours down,
watching as the droplets
roll down the glass...
I see a flash in the distance,
lightning not to far away,
followed by a loud crash,
thunder on it's way.
The storm coming closer,
as I lay down in my bed.
Thinking what it'd be like,
easier done, then said...
Of what it would be like,
to be a rain drop.
Who lives again,
and again.
Of what it'd be like,
to be a lightning flash.
To touch down to the ground,
and light up the sky.
Of what it'd be like,
to be a clap of thunder,
As small as a yawn,
or as big as a roar.
Of what it's be like,
to be a rainbow.
After the storm is gone,
to be something beautiful.
I wonder what it'd be like
to be apart of a storm,
from something harsh,
into something sweet.
But all I can do is wonder,
and listen to the skies,
for something amazing
to happen.
