Thunderstorms

Hush now.
Don't be alarmed.
The thunder roars and the rain pours.
Lighting strikes then all becomes night.

Jump into my arms,
and whisper a prayer,
To the big man upstairs.
He's rolling back his sleeves,
He's grabbing the bright blue ball,
And knocking down them all.
Strike!
The heavens clap with their might.

It's okay,
Don't be alarmed.
The Lord is bowling,
Causing the storms to start rolling.

Author's Note

This poem was inspired by a saying, about God bowling which causes thunder, used to comfort kids who are afraid during storms. This is my favorite poem that I've written so far, I hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

I remember hearing the story when I wore a much younger man's clothes. Like as in toddler. I was scared to death. I learned to like it over time.