The wind howls like an old dog left alone too long
The trees dance, waving a warning of forces yet to come
The sky has turned away leaving only shadows of gray
The hurricane is coming to sing her fearsome song...
Small drops of rain beat against the ground - becoming strong
Like the beat of a drum, beating a warning of forces yet to come
Shadows fill the house; an eerie silence fills the air
The hurricane is coming to sing her fearsome song...
Outside, the world begins to twist and dance along
Telephone-lines shake, performing a warning of forces yet to come
A blanket and a corner is the only place to be
The hurricane is coming to sing her fearsome song...
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