It's raining frothing packs of rabid cats and dogs, gnawing, clawing, scratching

Falling too fast to catch em all in all appalling

Thought, a gaseous fog forming blasting fog horn warning

Morning meets the swarm before the captain saw it all upon him

Recorded captain log tore the craft to boards

Bordered by disordered oars shortened roars

Flashing, crashing waves, blackish grey, this ain't his grave, anchor wade to shore

Fragile clay embrace its form, agile wave is grace, the storm...

This anger aggravates the stranger, danger grabs at the waist stronger

The harder he hates, this oughta be watery, just waits longer

When all that she takes, is all released, his palms reach to calm her

Soft beach breathing flotsam, lost screams beneath the water

When the brainstorm poured him over board, he swore at that fate

It just made more torrent torment for him, and fortune wore at his faith

The rain pouring was the warning flash, clashing wrath at black waves

Sure he saw the shore through the storm but didn't make it half way

The lightning flashed the mast, ash and cinders, whizzing rapid splinters

Into the wintered tips of icy grey, a likely grave, she whispers

He shivers at the frightening face of mother thunder summoned hither

Come to get her best of deafened shriek weakened to tweeking dumned whimper

Another flash of bolted glitter, different side, the same inner

Reminds him pride don't float, quote, a sore sight for eyes of swimmers

An itch inside for every hint of pride, another inch to swim up

Heard the thunder just once beneath the purple surface his tips touched

An influx of rushing hints, thin lungs

Brushed against his chunking sunken ship of pride, chips that didn't splint much

This time he felt the thunder rumbling, chuckle bloaw, now you feeling me

Pride taste like salt water? But can't talk, awe, humility?

Who willingly changes himself saves himself, it ain't the they that they's for

Saved grace in through pouring rain, came vain to tame the brainstorm

Warned again and again and again, it ain't the they that blames for

It's made for me, myself and I, so blinding rays can break forth

We made war upon the sky, why I ain't surprised it stays warped

Entered the center I in pride, that my mind can pay for

Crashing waves clapping, laughing at the late great captain

Hate, vain, gagging, gasping, grasping at the rain to catch it, had it

Couldn't hold it if he had it clasped, with that attitude fashioned

Squeezed the soap too tight and mad, had to imagine that it'd happen

An addict to his actions, captain loved his life and lost it mainly

For fighting against those waves that could've brought him into safety