My reflection 

 The lightning it thunders, 

And what do I see? 

A terrible face staring at me. 

 The thunder, it booms, 

And what is my doom? 

The gasp of a frightened child. 

 The clouds, they darken, 

And what do I feel? 

Hands gripping, cold as steel. 

 The water, it drips, 

And what's on my lips? 

The tears of my terror. 

 The sky it's gone, 

And what is that smell? 

The smoke of impending hell. 

 The lightning, 

The thunder, 

The clouds, 

The water, 

The sky, 

They remind me that I am soon to die.