Peak hour in the sky streets where
Pregnant clouds bump and jostle
Fuses blow and tempers flare
Cloud black with anger flexes muscle
Fire! Doth the rain king roar
Boom of cannon and flash of muzzle
Water torrents earthward pour
Animals, earthlings hustle and bustle
Pillars of brilliant fire to heaven soar
Veiled by curtains of water
Sky drums rattle at the door
Wild north wind clamours to enter
Another of those rainy days
Out there a disco plays
Raindrops dance, bright lights flash
Thunder-horses prance and cymbals clash
Little flower lowers head
Cowering in the pot
The old man, he falls out of bed
At morn he waketh not
The falling rain hammers the earth
Forging new sound and sight
And when exhausted the showers above
The world births anew, green and bright
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