Thunderstorm

we must take shelter and hide.

Come my precious children,

my rules you must abide.

Loud thunder crashes overhead,

lightning fills the night sky.

I hold onto my weeping children,

while trying my best not to cry.

Suddenly the wind picks up,

then the rain starts to pour.

My children and I tremble in fear,

as we huddle together on the floor.

After what seems like an eternity,

everything grows calm and still.

We all cautiously step outside,

much relief is what we feel.