Flowers bow, and form a shroud
Birds no longer sing out loud
Sun falls deep behind a cloud
There’s a storm that’s coming soon

Cats and dogs, they cease to roam
Mothers call their children home
Katie Ellie and Jerome
Now the storm is almost here

Clouds are dark, and gather tight
Day it seems, has turned to night
Wind it blows with all its might
As the storm arrives at last

Trees they buckle, as they sway
Leaves and branches blow away
Waves they crash around the bay
As the storm it rages so

Rain it lashes, strong and true
Rivers run both old and new
Floods they come from out the blue
As the storm it peaks so well

Thunder bellows, children cry
Lightening lights up all the sky
Sirens flash and pass on by
Now the storm has won the day

Winds abate, the sky is clear
Many rainbows now appear
The song of birds again we hear
As the storm it blows on by

Cats and dogs they roam again
Children play out in the den
Oblivious to where or when
The storm it will return