From the bright flashes to the crashing boom
I’ve been this way ever since I was born
And the storm’s not ceasing any time soon.
I’m the lightning – deadly but rarely harms
I’m the thunder – scary but I leave no mark
They fear me so much; they’ve made storm alarms
So they have a warning before I start.
I’m sick of people fearing knowing me
I want to be friendly, just like the sun
I can be good, I promise – you will see
When you see me, just please don’t turn and run.
I can’t wait for the end of this tempest,
For then, I will finally be at rest.
