After the
thunderstorm

After the thunderstorm when the air is clean
And the sun comes out like a new machine
And my sins are washing away
Everything's washing away

After the thunderstorm when the moon comes up
Like the underside of a paper cup
And my sense is washing away
Everything's washing away

In a day all the rain I see will vanish from my mind
In a way all the weather around me is only time
Copyright © 2001 Dan Schmidt
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