As distant thundered lightening strikes the sky,
The wind begins to exercise and blow,
And all the birds go swiftly racing by
Returning to the places that they know.
And now the storm begins to take control,
The wind shows just a little of its strength
And in the distance deeper thunders roll
Increasing both their volume and their length.
And next upon the stage we have the rain
At first it's just a sprinkled kiss, no more,
But everybody knows, and it is plain
That soon the skies will open up and pour.
And I watch all this safely from my bed,
And let the raindrops fill my busy head.
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