In the closet I abide.

From the storm thundering outside.

BOOM!

I cower in the dark.

Lightning flashes out there.

I am scared of storms.

If I dare go outside,

the winds will pull on my hair,

taking me somewhere.

I might get struck.

CRACK!

I cry out, scared to death.

The storm is getting closer every passing breath.

As soon as I dare to close my eyes,

the noise stops.

The fear dissolves.

When I open them again,

the storm has passed.

I am safe, for now.

But another one will come soon.