Since was a boy
I loved a real good storm~
I'd get out of bed ,look out the window
Way before the light of dawn~
Watch that flashing lightning
Listen to the thunder roar~
The entire sky being lit so
A good storm I used to so adore~
I love the shine of wet leaves in the dark
Being lit up with the lightnings light~
I love the colors of the clouds
When lit up so at night~
Nothing much has changed I guess
That is if I'm safe and warm inside~
Listening to the rain upon the roof
All wrapped up so warm with pride~
I still love that thunder clashing
After all of this time since then~
I still love so to watch the lightning glow
As I did ever so back when~
It gives a feeling of being somewhat energized
And how I love the sound of rain upon a roof of iron~
Most of all when all warm in bed
On a rainy night a favorite place of mine~
Ever since the day I was a boy
How I've always loved a real good storm~
With all a good storm has to give
In the early hours before the coming dawn~