Very quickly the night turns into day The darkness forced to hide To become shadows The solace of the fullmoon Has been replaced By the glaring heat of the sun The rays pierce through me, My spirit wanes I wish to hide, though I have no body I feel so dry, I feel as if I could die again. As minutes pass I see the sign of stormclouds I see them forming as if in haste Someone or something Is trying to shelter me I feel no need to shy away. The dark grey clouds Have blanketed the sunshine The air is colder And still there is no sound I sense the start of thunder And pouring rain As my spirit flies into the storm.