Wonder on fear,

Silent skies foretell the night, whispers in the dark

Echoes of a coming fight, a storm begins to spark

Clouds gather with a heavy sigh, tension in the air

Eyes turn upward, dreams run dry, caught unaware

The lightning cracks a jagged line, a flash of truth

While hearts are lost in fleeting signs, ignoring youth

Oh, the thunder roars with fury, nature’s cry

And still we chase our fleeting treasures, pass us by

Can’t smell the rain that’s nearing, in our haste

Blind to the beauty, the warning, what we waste

Waiting on the storm, the lightning in disguise

Caught between the wonder and the fear in our eyes

It’s sad, it’s grand, the power, the pain, the grace

We’re blind to the tempest's song, losing our place

Wisdom whispers through the rising wind

A call to pause, to look within

The storm is more than just the sky

It’s an echo of truths we let pass by

As rain begins to fall with silent grace

Maybe then we’ll see beyond our chase

Until that moment, we’re just shadows in the rain

Waiting for a storm to wake us again, the ominous wayward storm approaching and how its both sad and amazing that humans are so wrapped up in the pussy and dick chase they cant even smell the rain before the coming storm....it will purify all things I plead i scream and you take it as a joke hell is not a joke it is not a story it more than real, I urge you to turn from your sin and repent now! Before your destiny is forever sealed!

(Harder with only drums and the dark violin )

Silent skies foretell the night, whispers in the dark

Echoes of a coming fight, a storm begins to spark

Clouds gather with a heavy sigh, tension in the air

Eyes turn upward, dreams run dry, caught unaware

The lightning cracks a jagged line, a flash of truth

While hearts are lost in fleeting signs, ignoring youth

Oh, the thunder roars with fury, nature’s cry

And still we chase our fleeting treasures, pass us by

Can’t smell the rain that’s nearing, in our haste

Blind to the beauty, the warning, what we waste

Waiting on the storm, the lightning in disguise

Caught between the wonder and the fear in our eyes

It’s sad, it’s grand, the power, the pain, the grace

We’re blind to the tempest's song, losing our place