The way the rain falls
Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop
It’s a rhythm,
like a ballerina on a music box
that plays a lullaby.
A lullaby, something that helps kids sleep.
Rain could be considered a lullaby.
It helps kids sleep at night but for me,
rain is scary.
Whenever there is rain, there is thunder and whenever there is thunder, there is lightning.
Rain, thunder, and lightning create a storm,
And storms are a child’s nightmare.
When storms come around, we run and hide either in a tub, under a bed, on the bed under a
cover, or in our parents’ beds.
Hearing storms remind me of when I was younger and would hide near my mom,
I would sleep in her room and watch television with her until I got tired.
If I’m being honest, storms make me feel Powerless.
Powerless as in “What if” Zeus wasn’t the god of the sky and thunder,
As in what if Poseidon wasn’t the god of the sea, as in a predator in the animal kingdom not
having its ability to catch its prey, as in a spider trapping a fly in a web.