Storm

It comes in slow or fast
It has no boundries or limits
It comes to wash this world of sin
It roars its sweet sensations into our hearts

Lightning streaks the sky
as clouds reach an unnatural high
Rain attacks the earth itself
Washing it of all its filth

There is no stopping this storm
All you may do is hide
Or run to keep it at your back
Because there is nothing we can do
When mother nature strikes back.