Shaping Thunder's Roar

Clouds gather low across the open plain

Rolling hills echo with distant sound

I watch the sky

split open wide

Waiting for the form it will decide (ohhh)

Pressure rises in the heavy air

Lightning cracks without a care

The shape the thunder takes

Is wild and untamed

Breaking through the silent sky

In a roar that can't be named (yeah)

Rivers rise and trees bend low

Nature shows what we can't know

Every rumble tells a tale

Of power we can never scale (ohhh)

Winds begin to howl and twist

The storm reveals what it insists

The shape the thunder takes

Is wild and untamed

Breaking through the silent sky

In a roar that can't be named (yeah)

In the eye it quiets down

Before it turns the world around

The shape the thunder takes

Is wild and untamed

Breaking through the silent sky

In a roar that can't be named (yeah)

Fading rolls across the hills

The storm has shown its many wills