The sky opens with a volley of rain
That comes down like stones shot into the air
On an old battlefield looping through sky
And back down on the grass pelting it down
Like a bloody soldier into the ground.
And the wind blows like a legion of men
Who hold spears in hand with helmeted head
Race through the field to the lone standing place
Crash into the house like an opposing force
Who’s windows shake like an old shivered shield.
The lightning strikes like a flash in the head
From a strike on the helm glancing away
And thunder starts like a unison shout
From still fighting men with blood on their brows.