I saw it down south

No first I saw it reflected north

I saw it down south

A single strike to the ground

Then I noticed for the first time the F-train

At its highest point

Down south at Ninth Street

From here, the ninth floor

Lightning lighting up the window

Reflected in the dirty window

Of the apartment where my brother died 

Then I sat in bed

More reflections looking north

Buildings in the way

Then it came

The rain

Like a train

From the south.