Storm clouds on the horizon,
A downpour of rain in a torrent falls
Just as the sun is rising,
Looks like we’re in for a thunderstorm
Darkness consumes the skies,
A shower or three in the early morn
Cold raindrops are Gods tears he cries.
Streams turn into rivers raging towards the sea
No dike nor sand pile can hold the rising water.
Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,have mercy on me,
A flood is quickly occurring and I’m a ship without a rudder.