It’s wet and cold, it’s
dreary and dark.
The lightening flashes an
evil spark.
The thunder roars with a
lion’s temper.
The raindrops fall in tempo.
The storm is approaching
little by little
It takes it’s own sweet time.
The storm is coming it’s
gradually coming
To keep the world in
darkness.
It’s wet and cold dark and
dreary;
It’s coming to blot out the
sun.
There’s no way to stop it,
There’s no place to run
The storm will Always find
you.
It has no shape.
It has no form.
It’ll come at anytime.
The storm is approaching the
young and the old
It doesn’t matter who you
are.
It’s coming to find you. It
always will.
It’s coming to take you. It
always does.
Its fury will find you and
take you away;
There is no resistance that
you can use
It takes you and then-
