The Sky’s Battle Cry (written during Traning Camp week)
The thunderstorms are almost like clockwork – every afternoon/evening (with the exception of the camping night). I love it when the wind picks up!
Distant rumblings.
The sky is speaking
Telling of what is to come
a change.
There is something more,
the whisper to become a roar.
Canon balls are going off.
we will win this war
but we must enter the battle
(humble) rumble
its coming
its coming
its coming
its coming!
RAIN!!!
