Picking up the Pieces

                     Clouds gathering dark and Smokey Grey
                     the lightning speeding to the ground,
                     heavy raindrops hitting like stones
                     the sound of thunder rolls around

                     The storm has settled in up above
                     the radio man says to stay inside,
                     the storm's the worst his ever seen
                     eleven people have already died
                    
                     Flash floods have ravished the streets
                     and destroyed what stood in it's path,
                     the destruction that it has left behind
                     looked like the holocaust aftermath

                     Cars were carried from parking lots
                     people swept away amidst the rage,
                     houses lay where they once stood
                     like a book that has lost every page