Hear the thunder, in the night, see the anger in the
clouds. Hear the whipping winds about you.
Hear the silence of the land, as the stormy night
takes hold.
Whispers cross the land, beating rain pouring
down. Traveling near and far around.
Gailing winds, blowing fiercly across no mans
land.
Whipping sands across time, as a hush falls on
our ears. Then with great force, hear the crackle
as the lightning bolts hit the ground. Thunder claps
against the wind.
For the fear in such a night, is scarcly to be heard.
All have taken shelter from the stormy night.
Echos of the rain drops, winds singing in tune,
to the sound of the beating drums.
All on this stormy night.
Written By:
Donna Le
�Copyright1999
Page Designed By: Midibass Creations.