Storm

I used to be scared of storms

The thunder and lightning scared me
I just wanted to hide
But you always came and held me
I cried out when you carried me outside
I didnt understand how watching the storm
Was going to help me be less scared

Time after time
Storm after storm
You carried me outside
To watch the storm

Night after night
You carried me out
To watch the rain
Or the storm
And without fail
I fell asleep in your arms

Over the years
I became less scared
And I grew to like them

Everytime it rained or stormed
I knew where to find you
Out on the front porch
Because I was usually there too

It became our thing
Something we could love
Our fascination
Our bonding time

The smell of rain
So refreshing
And the lightning bolts
A sure wonder of nature
Striking without warning
Followed by the thunder
Shaking the house
Sure to wake
Any small child
From the soundest sleep

I don't understand why
People think storms are bad
Why people think storms are evil
Because I think they are amazing
Beautiful and fascinating
And I look forward to every storm

Every time a storm hits
You know where to find me
I'll be alone
But I'll be watching the rain
Like we used to do