The rain shall bash the heavens,
And it shall be here tonight,
And it shall scream for all to hear,
And it shall be the undoing of the under-prepared.
With the rain coming down as it does,
And without the grace of some god,
We need a way to fight against such things,
And hopefully this interlace,
Of lumber hard fought for,
Shall keep away this raucous from heaven—
Bent down like a bow strung,
And with the piercing bolt of heat.