Rainstorm

Thrice struck the grand bell tower The rain continued to pour Leaving anything to seem frail as a flower It fell harder than a warm shower The church was barely visible Thrice struck the grand bell tower Children in their beds squirm and cower Thunder so strong it shakes the Earth Leaving anything seem frail as a flower The fogged air smells thick and sour Time only seems to slow Thrice struck the grand bell tower None can fathom the power Of a darkened storm only Leaving anything seem frail as a flower The wind howls frightfully Door and windows wave loosely Thrice struck the grand bell tower Leaving anything seem frail as a flower