The clouds begin to gather there
The sky is darkening;
The weather now is not so fair
For playing in the spring.
The wind begins to howl and moan,
The thunder thundering;
The trees are almost lying prone,
The gods are bickering.
The rain begains a shallow hum
Atop the red brick house;
The children begin crying for some
Father or some spouse.
The steady beating heard outside
Is quiet now no more;
The gods release their fury now
Until they are not sore.
The lightning flashes in the sky
Illuminating bright;
The rain keeps falling near and nigh
It truely brings them fright.
The water freezes, falls as ice
They break through roof and home;
The scurrying and dodging mice
Are even hit, they moan.
The rain is now a waterfall
Unwilling to relent;
It floods the towns and homes of all
From noble to peasant.
The priests they pray for weather gone
For nearly a tenday;
The gods are finally at peace now
They stop to no dismay.
They bring the sun above the clouds
The golden rays shine through;
The sunlight brings in joyous mounds
A happiness subdued.