After the thunderstorm when the air is clean nAnd the sun comes out like a new machine nAnd my sins are washing away nEverything's washing away nnAfter the thunderstorm when the moon comes up nLike the underside of a paper cup nAnd my sense is washing away nEverything's washing away nnIn a day all the rain I see will vanish from my mind nIn a way all the weather around me is only time