Thunder and lightning, dark clouds all around.
Sound of heavy rain dancing on the ground.
Standing next to mother, door is open wide,
In case of lightning strike, it will have nowhere to hide.
Straight down the chimney, across the kitchen floor,
Along the hall like a flash out of the front door.
A little superstition often she would quote,
Maybe it was read  or something she had wrote.
But the thought of lightning leaving, in such a rush.
Brought a sense of calm to us, kind of a hush.
It cheered us up immensely, our fears would all melt.
Like the note on the mirror, this is what it spelt.
KEEP SMILING.