Some storms
seem scary
in the dark
of the night.
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The thunder claps
booming
and
I feel fright.
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The lightening flashes
across the big sky.
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I feel so little.
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When I’m frightened,
I cry.
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Mom and Dad
hug me
and
they tell me
they are there
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to go with me
through the storm
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as they wish
to protect me
with care.
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Sometimes,
Dad plays
his guitar
when it rains.
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Then,
we sing
and
laugh together
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which lessens
my fear
with all of its strains.
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