The storm

The storm
If you wake at midnight and hear a rumbling in the sky,
do not stay awake, for the storm will soon pass by,
The thunder’s like a growl, the lightning like a spark,
Just go back to sleep, not to be frightened by the dark.
The storm will soon pass, I promise you my dear,
Dream your happy dreams and do not lay in fear.
For when morning comes, and you wake up from your sleep,
the sky will be bright blue, the sun will slowly creep,
But for now my little darling, lay down your head and rest,
The storm will pass by morning and the sky will be at best,
Let the clouds pour out their tears, let the thunder make it’s last “clap”,
For I can feel the downpour softening , only dripping like a tap,
Now relax my sweetheart, and let your troubles mend,
For the storm has nearly finished, it is coming to it’s end.