A Child...A Storm.

I feel it come before I see,
Thick with dense humidity.
Dark cotton looming chasing me,
Nowhere to run no where to flee.

Flash! The sky is filled with light.
Boom! The thunder brings a fright.
Whoosh! The wind curtails my flight.
Splash! Rain falls blocking sight.

Hide myself under a small recess,
No courage left, I tried my best.
I will not be found like the rest,
I won’t be a victim of this vile jest.

And so I wait slightly dry.
I wait for a clearing in the sky.
I huddle knowing I shall not die.
And wait, and watch, and silently cry.

I know the storm is not aware,
But I feel it’s unweilding glare.
Silly but I feel small and bare,
Tiny and scared under its stare.

Where is my daddy I need him so,
To remove my fears and silly woes.
I need his arms, never to let go,
To save me from this nature’s show.

A Child...A Storm.

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Artist's Description

Only my youngest is scared of storms…mainly the thunder.
Poor thing has a Dad who lives for storms and extreme weather.

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