有时我会因暴风雨而寂寞。一场成熟的风暴,一切都会改变。天空在一个小时内经历了四天,树木哭了,小动物在泥里跳动,一切变黑,变得完全狂野。
(Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full-blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild.)