The thunder rumbles and lightning dances,
I would lose myself in romances
to talk on the computer now
but the storm's not yet finished now.

Rain weeps on the house's roof
and lightning sparks in heaven's roof
I want to get back online,
but the storm rumbles so fine.

At least there has been outside
no fires caused by thunder's bride
or power zapped from electric wires
as rain finds plants' desires.

A drink of water from above
the plants roots drink their love
water from their soil brown deep
now the storm goes to sleep

And I can get online again
as humidity replaces now the rain.