The thunder cracked and clapped and cried As night flashed in rage, and I raged inside The street lamps were bathing in buckets of rain The wind was a banshee, battering the pane With blankets turned back like the wink of an eye The bed bared its womb and beguiled me inside And there I thundered and cracked and cried Til the street lamps were clean and the banshee grew tired And when I was empty the lightening went quiet My body fell still and the thunder subsided And letting my lids draw a close to the storm I dreamed of a sun rising radiant and warm