As we stand in Neptune shower,
The force upon us feels like a tower.
Waiting for the clock to strike another hour,
Trying to ignore the pain with great power.
A hawk swoops down to devour,
Destroys every last flower.
Then the storm turns into a light shower,
Now quickly goes by each hour.
Slowly we start to see each new flower,
The hawk? No longer does he devour.
It all happened as we stood in Neptune shower.
