Storm Brewing.

                     Storm Brewing

Wow... we've got a storm brewing here, thunder lightning
lashings of rain, it's gone so dark, that it might as be night, time
and the thunder keeps coming, so loud over the house,
I jumped out of my skin, that when the excitement started
as I run getting the washing in, God's lost his temper,
his throwing the piano about, now the skies have opened its flood gates
it's as if the monsoon has arrived, and the birds gone all quiet
as its pouring, pouring down, it seems my Acers are weeping
they look so heavy with the rain as if there kneeling and praying
I myself feel like curling, curling under the duvet
just to hide from Gods anger, as his throwing the piano about
I usually go about when it's storming, my face up in the air
my arms outstretched to the skies, as I do the rain dance, inspecting that storm
lashings, lashings of rain, falling upon me, and sheath lightning
covering the whole sky, it's scary it's exciting exhilarating to
it's so electrifying, as my hair stands on end.
I've been told to grow up, you can't chase a storm
what if you get struck by lightning, what will I do if you're gone
but there's this wildness in me, it's always been there
my heart somersaultin', jumping out of my chest
I must be a child of the storm, the lightning the thunder and the rain
one must have just a little bit of excitement in one's life.
mine its excitement of a storm...
Yah I must have a screw loose, do you think...

This was taken yesterday in the rain, the camera went foggy
but just listen to the sound of the birds...lovely.