Nighttime on a Thundery Day

“Go to sleep, my young one,”
Mother tucks me
Into the downy warmth
Of the comforter,
folds the corners of my sheet.
I collapse
Into the beckoning mattress,
Slowly falling
Into the dark pit of dreamland,
Bit by bit
Drowning deeper
Into the downy warmth
Of the comforter.
Crackle! Thwow!
I awaken
And the room illuminates
With a sapphire blue gleam
And I clasp close to me,
The furry maroon figure of my
Teddy bear.
My heart races in fright
Of the electric blue volt
And the rumble of
Rocks crashing together
From the sky torn asunder
Streaked with the
Corrugated bolts
Although inside,
I know
That I am perfectly safe.
Boom! Boom! Clap!
The heavy pelting of rain
Turns into
The harsh thunk-thunk
Of hail,
The birch tree sways
And crashes
Into the rigid maple wall
Of the cottage.
And I yearn
For this disturbance
To terminate
As I cover my head with
The downy warmth of
The comforter,
And try to block away
The bright periwinkle radiance
And the tough booming
Of the thunder storm.