Lyrics
A Nightly Cycle
By Ian G. Clifton
August 6th, 2000
The wind howling,
And the rain crashing down,
Lightning brightening,
Thunder bombards the town.
Too, come the noises,
Unrecognized as they are,
Quite a fright,
Making goose-bumps spread far.
The trees sway.
Old buildings creak.
Rain is a pain,
For roofs that leak.
Water drops,
And water flies.
A queer tear,
Falls from sad eyes.
Strange is the night,
With its own magic.
Crying, dying,
It is very tragic.