| Thunderstorm |
| On my little hill, Everything is still. Sitting in the grass, With a couple a friends. The air is getting tense, As the sky grows dark. In a bolt of lightning We saw each other. I looked up at the sky And let the thunderstorm Take away my fears The rain began to hit My face. Angry swirls of clouds, Quickened their pace. My friends they all ran, To keep their heads dry. But I, I remained, On my little hill. Peacefully tired and full of good feelings I looked up at the sky, And let the thunderstorm, Wash away my tears. |