Storm

If you find you're afraid of the thunder, my dear,

then I'll be brave for you.

I'll be a bold fella, unfold my umbrella

to shield you and save you

and say to you, dear,

that there's nothing in thunder to fear.

And if I am far away from here

on the distant side of the storm,

I'll jump from the hump of a cumulus cloud

into the wind that whips at the prow

of my ship with umbrellas for sails.

I'll whirl around a tornado's eye

and skip across the thundering sky

to fly where you lie in the gales,

and faster than rain on the pattering pane,

unfurl my umbrellas, my dear,

and lift you with ease on a summery breeze

to carry you far from here,

far from your wondering,

fretful and thundering,

far from the sundering rain.