Huddled up in a blanket
As the thunder booms ahead
In a quaint quilt, warm and red
As lightning splits the sky

Watching silently out the window
Grinning as the lightning flashes
Hearing the creepy breaks and crashes
As wind blows through the trees

With another roar the lights go out
Candles swiftly take their place
Glowing radiantly on the face
Of the storm watcher within the window

Rain clattering on the window
Plinking a cadence against the pane
Joining the creaking of a weather vane
In this symphony of nature

The quiet watcher quivers
She used to be afraid
But curled in the quilt her mother made
She wasn’t fearful any longer

Because she knows lightning’s only light
And thunder’s only sound
Rain is water, refreshing the ground
And the creaking is only from trees

So the watcher remains quiet
Caught in the beauty of the squall
Her eyes, shining and enthralled
By it’s wild, furious charm