Rainstorm in the Night - Thunderstorm Sleep, Thunderstorm Sound Bank & Nature Thunderstorm

Doug and the Slugs Cognac and Bologna Tropical Rainstorm Two city savages were running from the rain, and Seeking shelter in the bamboo-curtained room Their clothes were drying on the back of wicker chairs While lazing out the afternoon We're nothing more than friends gone seperate ways No longer on parallel lines You've run the reasons for doing what was done I can't deny that they're as good as mine Oh, I remember conversations on my roof So whiskey-fueled they had us howling at the stars While laughing at the dark we finally closed the night As reckless as we closed those bars Oh, I could tell you from the coolness of my room Of bonds broken and repaired Forgotten points we made before passing out Or carried drunkenly down those stairs, and Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland Now in the end you're just some poster on my wall And passing by I can't afford the time that you steal You heard your master call and finally turned to home Back to what you think is real Oh, I heard the small-craft warnings long before they came Oh the gales were blowing for days Clearing the pathway of the branches from the storm I realized that you had made your place Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland Swept away by a tropical rainstorm on the lower mainland