Walk a mile

Thunderstorm

Boom.
Thunder rolls across the skies
like a giant throwing a tantrum,
tossing clouds as he shouts and cries.

Lightning sends a sizzle,
lighting up the night.
Maybe the giant is afraid,
so makes the dark night bright.

Woosh!
A gust of wind roars by,
is he trying to calm down?
Deep breaths.
It's worth a try.

Rains patters lightly against my window
and I watch a drop trickle down the glass.
Poor giant. I'm sad too sometimes.
I know this storm will pass.

Later, when the sun peeks out,
I smile, and look up high.
I sneak a quick thumbs up
to the giant in the sky.


Free verse. Written 9 April 2015.

First place in "Writing 4 Kids Contest "  (April 2015).