Storm coming, sunset horizon
Dark clouds, smell of rain
Get in your car, drive to the mountain
Watch the show with me
Hear the mighty call
A small voice
A faint whisper
Slight wind
And a heart stir
I love how you speak to me
Open my eyes to your mystery
Rain coming down in a soft melody
Fogging up my windows, hard to see
Rub my hand across the glass, watch the lightning
And in this moment
I swear I feel you breathe
A small voice
A faint whisper
Slight wind
And a heart stir
I love how you speak to me
Open my eyes to your mystery
I asked You why I cant hear You in the thunder
You said to me
It’s the steady soft downpour
I should be longing for
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