"When lightening charges
With its sword of light,
And cuts a wound
In the peace of night,
And shakes you awake
With a thundering quake,
Just close your eyes
And hold on tight.

When the sky grows grey
And opens its taps,
And shouts so loud
That the clouds collapse,
You needn't fear,
For I'm always near,
I'll be holding your hand
When the thunder claps!"
Edie Batstone