A thunderstorm came up
and shook the very fiber of me.
I trembled with its crashing,
teeth a'gnashing at the thrill of it.
There is no sound I can compare,
with light'ning flashing through the air,
all within the rain and wind I'm under,
brightest flashing seemingly at one with thunder.
And so I crawl beneath the sheets a'quiver,
while nature delivers up her storm,
withholding any harm to my appreciative form
now curled up tight and warm