They woke me up!
The thunder and lightning woke me up!
So I got out of bed
and ran to the window to try and see them,
cause I had always loved watching a good storm.
But alas, my window faced to the wrong side of it
and I only saw the rain and the clearing of the sky now and then.
Very disappointed I went back to bed,
but I kept my stare
Directed at the window,
playing the game
that I used to play
when I was a little girl:
every time a thunder came,
I would count the seconds until the lighting followed to try and discern
how far the centre of the storm was.
Before I got to guess, though,
I fell asleep again.
The next time I woke up
I was in the middle of the storm.
There was no ceiling in my house
so I could see without
having to look out
that the storm was directly above me.
What a sight, what a thrill!
I closed my mouth
Which I had unconsciously opened in awe
Trying to avoid to choke
But getting soaked by the second,
my body lying there on bed,
Completely exposed to the rain,
Buckets of water pouring down
From the open sky,
The gods’ drain,
And I couldn’t help to think:
Oh, what a place to be!
Thunder and lighting stroke then
And I was there, underneath,
I was there to see!