A storm is brewing on the horizon,
the atmospheric charge is building up,
soon I hope it would dissipate and purge me clean
and the torrential rain would bring my salvation!
Had I the wisdom of an orange ladybug
to predict how harsh the winter might be,
I’d have burrowed myself deep underground,
for I had known Demeter would skip this year’s Spring!
The sky grows dark and menacing, I ask myself,
the Apocalypse or Armageddon
what shall it be this time for my poor soul,
yes I know He is risen but why do I fall!
A storm is brewing on the horizon
and soon I hope it will bring me my salvation!