A passing storm, light rain, distant thunder, and then it turned.
Mummy’s little hero, 6 years old, so close, so far away, alone.
Frightened eyes, mother watching, peering from her window.
Pounding rain, relentless wind, leaves and branches flying.
Lightning, crackling, pulsing, throbbing endless thunder.
Illuminated faces, daytime darkness search for reassurance.
Both wish to join the other, yet only one shall make the journey.
Thunder shakes his world, the fear is gone, excitement in his voice.
“Mummy, you’re all wet. It’s safe in here, Daddy helped me build it.”