Rain hammers the roof
thunder cleaves the sky
Darkness rolls in waves
a tide we cannot turn
Who are we to question the storm?
Nature speaks in fury and grace
and we bow before her
learning beauty in her wrath
and reverence in her fire

Rain hammers the roof
thunder cleaves the sky
Darkness rolls in waves
a tide we cannot turn
Who are we to question the storm?
Nature speaks in fury and grace
and we bow before her
learning beauty in her wrath
and reverence in her fire
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