When the storm is up hand,
The people go inside,
But a girl left on the land,
Is to late to hide...
When the wind starts to blow,
The rain starts to fall,
The girl starts to show,
That she’s afraid in that storm,
Without protecting wall...
When the thunder strikes,
A bolt of Lighting comes by,
The girl starts to run,
To nowhere,
No place to hide..
When the people inside,
See the girl on the land,
They won’t let her hide,
For the storm is up hand...
When the storm has passed,
The people go out,
The rain has washed,
All traces out...
And the girl?
No one knows...
Along with the storm...