This cacophony of sound,
Echoes all around,
As the bolts come crashing down,
Makes your smile flash a frown.

The flashing of the light,
In the deep depths of the night,
The rumble of the thunder,
Mirrors the crumbling of plunder.

The lightning heightens everything,
Every twitch and every feeling,
The almost supernatural,
Its this place so rural.

The God of Thunder watches,
As he plays around with what's his,
My hands trace over what's mine,
And you know that everything's fine.

The curves and the crevices,
All fall to my devices,
The secrets and the whispers,
Like the kisses of sisters.

The inning and the outing,
The puffing and the panting,
The rising and the falling,
The screaming and the shouting.

You wonder why I wait dear,
Until the time and place here,
The time I wait to draw near,
For all the power here.

The thrilling expectations,
Trains speeding through the stations,
The lightning brings it all in,
As we sin and sin and sin.