It blew thro' the door, sheets to the wind four,
drunk, out of control, lived up to all the hyperbole;
the roof started to lift, spirits didn't shift,
but lightning's not strong enough to go nuclear.
The rain's not strong enough to flood your heart,
now the sun's too weak to make anything grow,
after Yellowstone Park exploded above and below,
nuclear dust covered the Earth, not a stupid virus.
It went, people crawled out from hiding places,
some didn't survive, a new generation, population,
nothing changed, most ungrateful for creation;
at least your heart dried out, unstoppable adoration.
Goodbye Dennis, you're finished, Stormzy give me a rap,
and let us all get away from this weather crap.