Was my bed shaking at the thunder's bark Just a frightening gust of fantasy Or do things upon the earth all quake When the voices in the sky say "tremble"? Was the rain that drained the soil From the pots I never bothered bringing in Just a figment or a consequence? Will I wake to find the wind was just a dream? Is that pity knocking on my door? I'll wait a bit to rise and see – A moment, hours, until dawn And dawn again until the end And wait until I’m free.