Cataclysmic shocking, abruptly rocking, never stopping
There's a grinding in our head and a ringing in our ears.
The wild shaking is a-waking our minds to higher things
Do angels bowl or do they sing? Is that why the thunder brings
Angry torrents, so abhorrent of our need to play outside
Of our need to take a ride, on the slip-and-slide, why,
Is this rumbling beneath us, making such a fuss
Breaking windows as it tells stories only Chaos can hear?
Two storms at the same time, right before our eyes
Make it stop, please, for human beings aren't yet that wise.
We can't make the rain stop when it floods our homes and streets
Or the meteors when they come in wrathful fleets.
Let the sun rise, so we can enjoy the smell after the rain
Let the tremors die, let the water wane, let us know you're not insane.