Syned - The Storm lyrics

No breath of air. The fingers of the sun Have touched a panting world with lambent fire, And now the earth and heavens wrapped in one Deep gloom, with dread await what both desire, The eager wind comes sweeping through the street, And atoms gathered here and scattered there Are drawn again together till they meet, And twisting strangely in the yellow glare Assume unhallowed shapes. A hush, a thrill Foretell great happenings. And by and by A sudden blinding light--and all is still; A crash--so might a Titan roar and die! Then, sweet as sleep that lulls persistent pain. In ever-swelling cadence falls the rain.