Thunderous Lightning Story

I feel it in the wind
And in the soaking rain
Thunder is rumbling,
Flashes of lightning
Whizzing like a train,
Sky is the canvas
That messages are written.

I see in the dew
In the early morning
A spider is weaving
Trying to catch its prey
It is waiting
It is ageing
And drawing its meaning.

Chorus

I can see the roaring sea
I can hear the whispering wind
I do see the blooming roses
Yes, its life
Telling us a story.