Thunderstorm

With a plip, and a plop, and a ra-ta-ta-tat,

The rain beats a rhythm that goes just like that.

With a crack, and a bang, and a cragga-snagga boom,

The lightning weaves its way across the great gray loom.

You watch for the signs from your cozy dorm,

Watching for the signs of the thunderstorm.

I watch from the safety of my sunny dale,

Watch for sounds of thunder, wind and hail.

Ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-tat-tat,

Pit-a-pat-a-pit-a-pat-a-pit-a-pat-pat,

With a plip, and a plop, and a ra-ta-ta-tat,

The rain beats a rhythm that goes just like that.