There's a power in the wind and the sea and the storm

When the wind blows sharply from the north

and with it the first drops of rain splattering

down on my rosebushes

And not thunder strikes, hard and quick

It illuminates the rain pouring down

So for a moment it looks like

A thousand stars in a grey-black sky

And the wind blows sharply, the trees dance

to the wind and the sea and the storm