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Rain and thunder in the sky,

lightning flashes way up high.

Storms so dark they chill the bone,

now I'm glad that I am grown.



When I was young I feared the noise,

really no different from most little boys.

Watching the rain from the safety of home,

seeing it bubble and turn into foam.



The winds would cause the trees to sway,

so in my house I'd gladly stay.

Hearing the rumble over my head,

wishing I was someplace else instead.



Now I'm grown, and in a way I am,

no longer am I that innocent lamb.

Out in the world facing my fear,

protecting those that I hold most dear.



Watching my children as they look,

at the rain overflowing the local brook.

Eyes wide open hearing the thunder,

little lambs staring at the world in wonder.