There’s a wind on the way,
and it’s rushing out my rainbows.
It’s tearing up my potted plants,
and bashing on the drums.

There’s a storm on the horizon,
but my feet can’t move to close the door,
and my head is far too high in the clouds,
to feel the frozen rain.

The hurricane’s above us,
and everything looks so peaceful from the eye.
The birds in the trees,
their cries sing for me.

I am weak and wonderful,
and this storm may just blow me away.