The sultry air lies heavy, still
The sun relentless presses till
The world sags beneath her ray
And yearns for ending of the day
From depths of towering cloudy peaks
The thunder groans, yawns and speaks
Bolts of lightning split the skies
Portending breezes sigh and rise
Treetops yield the right-of-way
To cooling gusts that make them sway
Thunder growls, it rumbles and claps
A silver jag of lightning snaps
The rain subsides, the lightning stops
The thunder dies, a cool breeze sighs
The clouds roll out, the sky is clear
And we know our God is near