As a young child
you would wake me
from a dead sleep
and shake me to my core

Covering my head
under the blanket
to keep me safe
never seemed to work

Oh yes... on occasion
I would scurry into the
bedroom of mom & dad
seeking loving protection

The ROLLING THUNDER
booms with a nasty clash
and followed by lightning
that can traumatize any kid

You light up the room
like it was day break
and I shook with fear
until you faded in the distance

Older, wiser and grown
you don't own me now
however you can still catch
me off guard when you roll.