Above the city of Los Angeles, In the gray clouds of rain, The lines of light, fly through the air Thunder is the angry boss That yells at his workers Boom! Clap! Bang! The Horrific sounds of Pots and Pans Banging and Clashing Like a battleifeld full of barbarians Banging swords and shields Thunder is loud and violent Cool Clams of Clapping Commotion and Cups Yet a boy in his bed is soothed by the sound and goes to sleep his satisfaction, found.