| Bring on the Thunder On a Roll |
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One night, while staying at our family cabin in Maine, we heard thunder booming every few seconds. My four year old boys were not happy. So we lit a fire in the living room fireplace, got out my guitar, the djembe drum and started making our own thunderous music. We topped the evening off with marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate The next day was picture perfect on the lake. We had a new song and some good memories as well. Later in the summer, we played the song again and again on the beach using only shovels and buckets for instruments. It's been fun making up new rhythms together as a family. |
| Bring on the Thunder by Tim Seston Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid The clouds are rolling, over the mountains The rain comes pouring, down cross the lake Up in the cabin it’s 9:27 The lights all are out but the kids are awake Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid We sit near the hearth staring into the fire We’ve closed all the windows and we’ve locked every door The glow of the embers, the crackling of timber The scent of the ashes, the taste of the Smores Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid I’m here with my family and we’re singing together We’re playing the guitar and we’re banging the drum The rain on the rooftop is setting the rhythm We raise up our voices, ”Come let it come.” Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid The rumbling will pass. No storm lasts forever But these are the moments when memories are made. Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid Bring on the lightning. Bring on the rain. Bring on the thunder. I’m not afraid |
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