Children's stories-Desi's Midnight Storm-picturebook

Desi’s Midnight Shower

The moon hides tonight

beneath the cloak of grim and gray clouds

as I pull myself under my safe and strong covers

trembling in the dark.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Tap.

The old oak tree knocks

with his spindly fingers

warning me that trouble is rolling in.

In the distant growling

from up above and away

and the rushing scurry

of air as it runs in circles

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

“Let me in!”

I must be brave

and peek my head from my covers

only to see the flash of light

-A clap of brightness-

as the growl becomes a scream.

Then all is quiet

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Plop, plop

Trickle

Rush

Water falls in a comforting whoosh.

Washing the growl of the soaking sky,

The tapping tree is quiet now in his midnight shower

As the raindrops feed his thirsty roots

And his buds blossom into leaves

Lulling me to sleep, no longer nervous

I close my eyes to dream and sleep

Knowing that I will wake in a clean, new world

sparkling in the morning sun,

thankful for the midnight storm.