I hear the thunder call
I listen to the rain fall
Late at night I yearn
For the beauty of the storm

As tears drop down
Outside the spider drowns
Trapped in her own web
As your weeping in your bed

Listen to the thunder boom
Trapped in the jungle of your room
Late at night you learn
Of the beauty of the storm

I was there and now I'm here
Trapped in time by your stare
Late at night we burned
With the beauty of the storm

And it's been so long
Since I left and was gone
Late at night you mourn
For the Beauty of the Storm.

all text Copyright Cary Preston Richards, 1999