Summer Thunder

 The clouds are fighting with the night

In some titanic battle

High above they clash their shields

And their drums of thunder ratttle

They are just starting to unfold

So regal in their hopes

To conquer 

All in heroic battle

But the truthe wille be told 

by the homeward trudge of weary cattle

The horses neigh and rear their manes

And I can hold this day

no longer

let the fight begin

It fizzed in some unearthly dream

Way off over yonder

in the summer spring

let the gods of thunder battle