Looking at the crashing waves,
A storm could be foreseen,
The lake was darkened,
The sky was black,
The water seemed unclean.
Thunder heard all around,
Then a flash of lightning,
Torrents of rain fell to the ground,
And the storm continued heightening.
Then finally it slowly passed,
The sun began to show,
When the clouds left at last,
The heavens began to glow. |