Thunders roar winds cry

Right before my eyes

I was somewhat depressed

By this gloomy Sunday

Rain poured down the roof

Running into streams

And gathering into rivers

That flew past our lives

Splashes of liquid fell

Beating tittering melodies

While trees wobbles and humbles

The song of dark cold night

Tomorrow is another day

Yet today remains the same

All those stormy frights

Never go, never leave

Forever in our sight.