There's a thunderstorm
Rolling in.
Out of nowhere
It begins.
The sunshine fades
To grey.
The clouds turn black.
There's no going back.
The lightening starts
To strike.
The rain comes falling
Down, down, down.
You ride it through
And look to the sun
Breaking beyond the
Clouds.
When you look through the
Clouds, at the sun,
There's a rainbow
Breaking beyo nd it all.
If you follow the rainbow
To it's end,
There's a pot of gold
Waiting to descend.
