The clouds above are gray and dark.
With sound of thunder, lighten spark.
Rain that falls to earthly ground.
Winds that howl as moon to hound.
Fierce storm in the sky.
Beneath the covers in bed I lie.
My heart pounding as a drum.
My mind scared, body is numb.
I fall asleep upon my bed
and remember what my mother said:
"Be not afraid of things in night.
With the morning sun comes the light."
Fear Of Storms At Night
Sound Of Storm
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2020 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I am investing myself in time and leaving something for future generations. I hope that someone who now is in the future might be inspired by my poems. This is my way of giving back to the world that has given me the things which I have needed in life. I am a simple man and have not much to say about myself, but maybe the poems will reveal...