• Dark looming clouds in the black sky
    Creep slowly over you and I,
    Bone chilling winds blow past our ear
    Whisper that a storm is here

    Tears from above fall down,
    A flash of light
    Strikes the night,
    A bellows a deep load sound

    A storm has come
    Happy it's here to wash away,
    The worries from
    All today

    The candle light burns soft
    As the roar of the flame illuminates the corner of the loft,
    Where we sit close together to keep warm
    To wait out the passing storm.