The Storm

Its about being alone and frightened during a storm.

The Storm





Thunder rolls in the night.

It was dark and quiet,

Then loud and bright.



Although in bed, snug and warm,

I am disturbed

By the storm.



Rumbling and flashing in my eye,

The rain lashing,

Still I lie.



As it moves on, I find rest.

Although alone,

I've passed the test.