Late Night Storms

• Jasmine Christie, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

I remember the storms late at night,
When the thunder and lightening would give me a fright.
The thunder would boom and the lightning would flash
And into my parents room little me would dash.
I’d hide in the covers and wrap myself tight.
While the storm would rage on in the dark of the night.
It was like being wrapped in the safety of a cloud,
While my parents would lay there looking happy and proud,
That their little girl would come to them first
To escape the loud, thunderous bursts.