The Thunderstorm

Darkness closes in upon the day;

The white fluffy clouds start turning gray.

The light on the grass becomes very dim;

The short fat tree's start looking tall and slim.

The children that were playing there;

Look up at the sky and begin to stare.

The raindrops fall gaining much speed;

The warnings that their mothers gave, the children do not heed.

Thunder booms and lightening flashes;

The water falls in little splashes.

The children scream with dreadful fright;

The thunderstorm there is a terrible sight.

The muddy water rushes down the street;

Into each little yard that was once very neat. 

The raindrops now slow their pace;

They know very well that this is no race.

For under each blanket each child hides;

And each run to the door where their mother resides.

The mothers assure their children 'Its alright'

They put their arms around them to hold them tight.

The mothers each tuck in their own little child;

For now this raging storm is only very mild.

And as each person sleeps warm in their own room;

The thunder crashes far away, in a small, little, BOOM!