The Storm

Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm, ground beneath the land is cooling down, flames of old love are dwindling, if you want me, you need to tell me now, for tomorrow I will be gone, I might splash as a droplet, splatter into pieces far, away from the ocean. Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm, mountains around are calling home, winds surrounding are calming down, hail from heaven like falling angels from beyond the sky, smash into the rocks I climb, I might scatter into broken shards, Clouds are gathering for tomorrow's storm, trees clutching the earth are shaking, sky is roaring among the gods, thundering loud is the Zeus's war cry, as he shoots down his arrows down, I might be struck by the lightening bolts, my soul might leave my body alone.