When the rain’s stopped pouring out its misery
And the wind’s stopped having a tantrum
When the black clouds have slouched sulkily away
With thunder grumbling in their wake
When the sun smiles
And the birds, tentative
Sing a new song
It’s time to start the clean up
There’s a hell of a mess
Garden’s covered with leaves
Driveway muddy and messy
Rubbish all thrown about
Nothing’s in its place
And it’s hard to know where to start
One thing at a time, step by step
Put your house in order
From being a little battered and worn
To emerge clean and fresh and new
After the storm