What it's like in a storm the rush of water from the sewers, trees bent in the winds the cascade of rain down the streets, a sky lit up with bolts of lightning like Thor himself has been angered and now there will be no forgiveness only the fury of the passing moments. But silence returns afterwards and the scent of the air is somehow different as the birds having taken flight return Today that silence clings like a fine mist and the storms only play, only toy with man Sometimes someone remembers and that is a good thing, not to have been forgotten and sometimes it is God who remembers when everyone else only has time to pass by And perhaps His voice is the thunder But He only listens following the silence when the birds return and the world is still once more