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.
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