I hear the music within the wind.

The notes that play through the storm

sing a swift and angelic melody to my heart.

The rain crashes my window

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap.

Warnings and alerts are everywhere.

Everybody fears the possibility 

But aren't possibilities opportunities?

Aren't these chances which race down your window

aren't they the things that help you become who you are?

The battles with weather

may not always be bright.

The sun isn't always shining.

For once in a blue moon the rain does pour

and the clouds will stay 

but beyond such blue days

are the days that will never fade.

We will see grace

along the colored skies.

The meadows and creeks will rour like drums.

The music racing in your ears

go along the wind.

The sounds that flood the world

floud this measure;

this chapter in your life.

Let the voices call and the angels sing

for you are now becoming.

You see the sun which guides the moon

and life and the universe itself.

Within every song there is a climax

only leading to a marvelous resolution.