She said she likes thunder. She said she likes thunder.

The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One, and what you they don't call; Messy hair, British accent, and the... The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One, and what you they don't call; Messy hair, Bri...

The poem wishes for the rain to come so that the thunder can awaken the soul. The poem wishes for the rain to come so that the thunder can awaken the soul.

Yet I still stay on you, I believe that you will never loath. Yet I still stay on you, I believe that you will never loath.

In awe of the thunder, and forks of lightning, In awe of the thunder, and forks of lightning,

The lightning spelled out, The stress it had... The lightning spelled out, The stress it had...