The clouds grow dark, hanging fat and low Bruise purple, this promise of rain Thunder rolling, a distant blow Lightning leaping, then gone - in vain.
Tree branches swaying, drifting leaves dancing Wind rushing to a howl Hide in thy homes, the squall advancing The goddess of Storms comes to prowl.
The rain patters down - now a sheet, then a flood Raging as thunder roars The goddess is here - her tears and her blood As daylight closes its doors
A noontime sky as black as Death's shroud As the storm's fury is spent All her heart in this deluge, pouring down from the clouds Both Hell and Heaven sent.
The snarl of her hounds is fading away The wind pulling her on But still, dark as night is this day The goddess of storms claimed - and won.