Pitting, patting,

On the ground,

Walls of water,

Crashing down,

Little creatures,

Take their flight,

And through the storm,

The end of night,

Appears with arms,

That open wide,

And trains with darkness,

On its side,

And as I sit,

And watch the storm,

The darkness fades,

And I feel warm,

For as the rain,

Will wash me away,

So will begin,

Another day