Lightning and Thunder

My whole life is a raging thunderstorm

From the bright flashes to the crashing boom

I’ve been this way ever since I was born

And the storm’s not ceasing any time soon.

I’m the lightning – deadly but rarely harms

I’m the thunder – scary but I leave no mark

They fear me so much; they’ve made storm alarms

So they have a warning before I start.

I’m sick of people fearing knowing me

I want to be friendly, just like the sun

I can be good, I promise – you will see

When you see me, just please don’t turn and run.

I can’t wait for the end of this tempest,

For then, I will finally be at rest.