Thunderstorm

When I was a girl, longer now than it seems.
I had many thoughts, many made up like dreams.
Many of which I would perform.
When there was a thunder storm.
     I believed every time that there was rain,
    They were tears from God, and tried in vain,
    To bring him happiness long-term
    I’d sing to him to calm the storm.
When I was younger I sat for an hour
Singing to the sun during a shower.
Using the songs as a sort of platform
In hopes the weather I would transform.
    When there was lightning in the sky
    What was happening in my mind’s eye
    Was a bunch of angels, I was misinformed…?
    Were up above, bowling the storm.
After the rain I’d go outside,
Then I’d search the gutter tide
For friends washed by the storm.
The sidewalks filled with worms.
    I believed every time that there was rain,
    They were tears from God, and tried in vain,
    To bring him happiness long-term
    I’d sing to him to calm the storm.
So next year I’ll leave, to college I’ll go.
But when a storm comes, in my heart I’ll know.
While thunder and lightning and rain is the norm
My mind recalls heaven during the storms.