Ominous clouds roll in.
I hear the crack of thunder.
"Not to worry," the youngest pipes up.
"We’ve always made it home, before."

Yes, but…
For as long as I can remember,
We've only ever had
Blue skies!
Sunshine!

What a streak!
Such luck!
Now, I'm not so sure.

How can you be expected
To make it through the storm
When you’ve never
Sailed a windy day?