I was minding my own business,
On Brisbane's northern side...
Marvelling at the wonders,
My eye's were open wide...
It has lots of shops,
With a tavern here and there...
But my mind was on the traffic,
Bloody cars were everywhere...
When I looked towards the sky,
I saw a the brightest flash...
Then raindrops started falling,
Making quite a splash...
The clouds were getting black,
Turning daytime into night...
Then a biggest clap of thunder,
Something wasn't right...
As I crawled along the highway,
Visibility was down to zero...
I was no Peter Brock,
I wasn't going to be a hero...
Around the bend I went,
And then the rain turned into ice...
As I saw the garage door open,
You didn’t have to ask me twice...
I drove the car right on in,
Where I felt some quick relief...
But my family were in awe,
They were all in disbelief...
We are used to cyclones,
They come and then they go...
We are not used to all this hail,
Falling down like snow….
Len Newey