The crash of the mighty thunder,
as the lightning flashes by.
There is a lot of electricity
way up there in the sky.
The summer storm surrounds us
out here on the desert floor.
The lightning strikes are many
and there no way to keep score.
The dust the winds pick up,
and the darkness that descends.
The trees all twist and sway,
the wind takes them to their ends.
And the power lines above us
some time's topple to the ground.
So the people must be careful
as these storms are so renowned.
But the monsoon disapear's
as fast as it does come.
Then when we venture out
and total the damage sum.
Then we wait for tomorrow
as it usually comes again.
With brilliant flashing lights
that some times entertain.
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