When the Wind Blows

When the wind blows the trees
till they bend right in half
and the rain comes in sheets and cascades,
then it’s time to shut gates,
close the latch, lock the door,
hold on tight till the wild weather fades.

If you hide in your beds,
jam pillows over heads,
to block out the deafening thunder,
you’ll stay warm, you’ll stay dry,
now there’s no need to cry,
and come out from that thing you’ve crawled under.

There’ll be sun again soon
just like Summer’s in June!
These things come and go all the time.
We will weather this weather
if we band together,
and for now, I’ll distract you with rhyme.