April Storms

Pounding, pounding, pounding.
It pounds above my head.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The rain,
it slams against the roof,
creating thunderous sound.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The lightning shines,
a beacon there,
before it disappears.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The thunder echos
loud and clear,
within our valley, here.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The rain,
it slams against the roof,
creating thunderous sound.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

Pounding, pounding, pounding.
It pounds above my head.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.