As I was walking home one night,
A thunderstorm blew in,
But I would not be hurried
Though the rain would soon begin.
Lightning arced across the sky
In splendid disarray,
And for a moment night appeared
As naked as the day,
And though the wind began to drive
The rain against my face,
I challenged Heaven’s fury
And I kept my steady pace.
The sky unleashed a deluge
As the wind began to roar,
And soon the blinding sheets of rain
Had drenched me to the core.
It wasn’t long, the rain let up,
The wind began to die,
And soon a warm and gentle breeze
Began to clear the sky.
The stars came out like shining jewels
Adorning Heaven’s dome —
The storm had passed, and now at last
I ran like hell for home!