The birds are singing sweetly though the clouds are in the sky
Shades of gray are forming while the gusty winds pass by
Something about the atmosphere reveals that storms are near
At a distance we see lightning and some thunder we can hear.
The week is marked out clearly and the storms are on their way
Yet all of this is helpful for the harvest we'll do some day
For though it seems so violent with all of it's noisy sound
The storm is like a vessel that holds blessings to be found
So let the tempest shake us and the mightiest of breezes roar
For we know that when it's over we'll be stronger than before
With all these struggles and trials that beset us along the way
We'll come out like flowers who shine out during the day.