The sun appears in spring and summer,
A colossal sun acting like a fiery burner.
Shining bright it keeps me warm,
I much prefer it to a storm.

Storms are scary and relentless as rain pours,
When it starts everyone runs indoors.
The wind roars and the rain comes lashing,
Bolts of lightning seem extremely frightening.

I count in my head waiting for the thunder,
As I have my midnight slumber.
Finally everything slows and the rain turns to stone,
As the eye of heaven returns to its throne.