Experience that we may have all gone through at one time in our lives.

When dark of night covers my bed
the storm rages and I cover my head.
Those thunderbolts flash and light the sky,
I am so frightened I start to cry.
They flash and crackle all over the place ,
for the life of me I don’t know why.
First there’s the slash from sky to earth
then the loud boom that shatters the quite.
Not once does it bring that sound I hate
but five, six, seven and eight.
I roll in my cover afraid for my life
wondering why the good Lord
puts me through this much strife.
Suddenly the thunder rolls over my bed.
I cringe again and shiver with dread,
fearing the noise that shakes my bed.
Then a calmness flows o’er me
which I cannot explain,
It’s gone! I can now hear the rain.
The rain is much needed to make things grow,
the thunder and lightening is part of the show.
I need not fear just be concerned
so I’m not caught outside and get a bad burn.
It’s all arranged by our Maker I sense.
Knowing this I am less tense.
Night is passed and the dawn is breaking
I can feel my body slowly awaking.
As I look out the window and see all the green.
Rain waters our crops and fills our wells.
waters the roses and those dainty bluebells.
Now I think, as I see the light,
To be afraid of all that noise
and hide my head is quite alright.
But always remember when the storms come by,
that it’s all programmed by that Man in the sky.