I hear a BOOM! A crack of thunder.
Hug my blanket. Cuddle under.
Tell me storm cloud, are you mad?
Disappointed? Scared or sad?
I understand when things don’t go my way.
I too get grumpy, grouchy, grey.
I get it, storm cloud, I understand.
I understand that you just need some time to be loud.
But in the morning, when you’re done,
could you please bring out the sun?