A Lullaby

A poem about a storm

                                                            A Lullaby

I lay in my bed, my eyes did close
To hide from the day's troubles and woes.
Flashes of light I see through the night;
Even though my lids are securely shut tight.

I lay, listening to the thunder claps.
The coming of rain bring its tips and taps.
Those soothing sounds engulf my ear.
The storm rages on but I have no fear.

I lay amidst the turmoil in the sky
And drift to sleep at the storm's lullaby.