[Intro]
[Clipboard taps set the count before guitar and drums race forward.]

Flat two: wet ceiling.
Flat five: cracked pane.
Flat nine: laundry
Smells faintly of rain.

[Verse 1]
We signed our names from one through eight,
No thunder after half past eight.
No clouds indoors, no hail in June,
No eagle feathers in the communal room.
No lightning near the washing line,
No speeches through the heating spine.
No royal guard across the stair,
And kindly keep your weather in the air.

[Chorus]
Cloud control complaints, floor four through eight,
Water in the stairwell, thunder running late.
Sign on the line, put the date by the stain;
We’re tired of mopping up somebody’s reign.
Cloud control complaints, written plain:
A rented roof is not a weather domain.

[Verse 2]
Zeus brought a pointer, charts and chalk,
Then gave a forty-minute talk.
He marked each cloud with careful rings,
Described the proper fear of kings.
“The storm,” he said, “is under rule.”
A raindrop landed in the soup.
“The leak,” he claimed, “is not divine.”
The ceiling opened right on cue at nine.

[Pre-Chorus]
We said, “No show, no grand display.”
He smiled in that alarming way.
“I’ll prove my skill tomorrow night—
One measured cloud. One harmless light.”

[Chorus]
Cloud control complaints, floor four through eight,
Water in the stairwell, thunder running late.
Sign on the line, put the date by the stain;
We’re tired of mopping up somebody’s reign.
Cloud control complaints, written plain:
A rented roof is not a weather domain.

[Drum Break]
[Snare and floor tom accelerate while tenants recite clauses in rhythm.]

No wihnd in the hallway.
No fog by the door.
No thunder demonstrations
On the reinforced floor.

[Verse 3]
He polished one surviving spear,
Bought extension leeds and beer.
He tied the curtains, cleared the chair,
And drew a throne in masking tape there.
He texted Hera, “Come and see
What lesser minds have made of me.”
The message showed one instant check;
Then footsteps sounded on the deck.

[Bridge]
We heard a key turn down below,
A measured heel, a voice we know.
The hallway tightened, dry and still;
Even Zeus misplaced his will.
The eagle’s empty perch swung twice.
Hera climbed the final flight.

[Buildup]
[The band drops to bass and rising floor tom beneath the repeated thunder motif.]

One measured cloud.
One harmless light.
One former wife.
One final night.

[Final Chorus]
Cloud control complaints, floor four through eight,
Every written grievance has arrived too late.
The storm is dressed, the fuse is strained,
The king has set the stage for rain.
Cloud control complaints cannot contain
A god who answers shame by staging rain.

[Outro]
[All instruments stop on the sound of a key entering a lock.]

The hallway holds
Its narrow breath.
Hera turns
The key to the left.