When all is gray,
I go astray.
To cloud filled skies,
To howling nights.
To see my friends,
Nither alive,
Nor dead.
To sing with them,
To dance with them.
They comfort me,
Keep me close.
They Boom my anger,
And Flash my fears.
They Wet my sorrow,
With silver tipped tears.
They come and go,
At times togethor,
In others apart.
But always they stay,
Close to my heart.
Who my friends are,
If you haven't guessed.
Are the Thundering Rain,
And Lightning Flash.
