Thunderstorm

I sit on my balcony, smoking a cigarette Feeling the darkness of night surrounding me A pale beam of moonlight fights its way through the clouds And in this blackness, the beam is all that I see
The dark clouds are summoned together And bolts of lightning rides the sky Suddenly it begins to rain heavily And I look into the sad eyes of heaven, and they cry
The tears of heaven puts out my cigarette The rain gets more intense for each drop I see lightning fiercely strike it's target And whatever it strikes, the seed of life it will brutally crop
In this reign of terror I sit, with a happy grin on my face I love the thunder, I love the rain It washes away all the dirt and filth And it doesn't leave a single stain