The instruction from my doctor of psychology

“A tape for relaxation I was to seek”

 I headed to the mall and went on a wild spree

High, low, in front, and behind I did peek.

Now don’t give me zephyrs it’s nature sounds I seek

 I looked over much, but like always I was in a rush

Finally at last there in the back I did peek

 “Thunderstorm Terror” to make my nerves hush

Home, I plopped on the couch without a frown

And with a deep sigh I put my head down

And listened to the rumbling and roaring sounds

Of nature and rain in this tape I had found

As my mind slowly drifted

Through all the thunder I sifted

I felt the tension from my body ease

And I thanked my doctor of psychology