Jun 2018
why are you awake, child?
the wind whispers.
thunder is far too loud!
i say.
would you like it if i sang you a lullaby?
asked the rain.
i nodded.
tap...tap...tap...
sings the rain upon my window.
the wind pushed the tree branch
against my window
back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...
the moon shined through my window
as bright as the sun would let her
causing the walls of my room to turn
a light, baby blue
with "polkadots."
thank you.
i smile, closing my eyes.
tap...tap...tap...
shhhh...shhhh....shhh...
pitter patter
the wind whispers.
thunder is far too loud!
i say.
would you like it if i sang you a lullaby?
asked the rain.
i nodded.
tap...tap...tap...
sings the rain upon my window.
the wind pushed the tree branch
against my window
back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...
the moon shined through my window
as bright as the sun would let her
causing the walls of my room to turn
a light, baby blue
with "polkadots."
thank you.
i smile, closing my eyes.
tap...tap...tap...
shhhh...shhhh....shhh...
pitter patter
i love how relaxing thunderstorms are. :)
