 what you say soil can't resist the power of a summer evening storm rumbling through the clouds and playing the ground like a drum it steals soil's breath and chases all the birds away away do they hide where the shelters and where does the water go how can it be contained inside the soil raindrops keep pouring loud filling the riverbeds beneath the Rory's sky it's a relief from tropical days and weeks if someone can't swim let's go to sea and save our survey let's go to be one with sky, let's go to be one with sky, let's go to be one