Poetry

Stormy Days

As the clouds cry,

And the sky roars,

I hide in my room,

With a blanket over my head.

I hug my toy,

And listen to the storm,

Waiting for it to leave,

Waiting for it to go by.

My mom walks in,

And asks me why I am scared so,

I told her why,

She just sighed,

And laid down beside me.

She sang me a song,

And I fell asleep,

And when I awoke,

The storm was behind me.