When you want to flee the heat,
Flee the summer's burning heat;
Clouds will appear,
And wash the air crystal clear.
You can feel it coming,
It runs and flees.
When the heat seems to start running,
And silence falls peacefully.
The animals hold still,
And the wind stops when the clouds are all over the sky;
Through your body runs a cold thrill,
And slowly nature starts to cry.
But there are no tears of sadness,
No tears of anger,
They are tears of relieve;
Relieve as the burning heat flees.
So as everything goes silent,
Do so as well.
Don't ruin natures act of kindness,
Just hold still
And listen.