Grey clouds hide the summer sun
Now the heavy rain has begun
I sit on the cedar beam
Watching water flow in a stream
Silver feather in the cold night
Golden eyes holding the white light
Wait for the thunder to break through
Watching the world turn a deep blue
Iron nails hold the floor tight
I can see the flashing white light
Wet pine smells like a forest floor
Wind is shaking the heavy door
Silver feather in the cold night
Golden eyes holding the white light
Wait for the thunder to break through
Watching the world turn a deep blue
Metal gutters overflow fast
Waiting for the storm to be past
Concrete steps are soaking and wet
Sun is a ghost that the clouds met
Silver feather in the cold night
Golden eyes holding the white light
Wait for the thunder to break through
Watching the world turn a deep blue
Static hum in the heavy air
I see the lightning's jagged flare
Wooden porch is a shaking stage
Turning the leaf of a dark page
Silver feather in the cold night
Golden eyes holding the white light
Wait for the thunder to break through
Watching the world turn a deep blue
Cold night.
Deep blue. Silver feather.
Watch it fall.
