The Storm

(written when I was 9)

The thunder flashed and rumbled

And shook the buildings hard

Until they collapsed and tumbled

On people and cars

Everybody ran like crazy

Going here, going there

Except one little girl called Mazy,

Who stayed as still as a teddy bear

She let the rain fall upon her

And drench her from head to toe

But still she stood there

Wet socks and a wet bow

One at a time,

The villagers stopped

Standing shocked in the rain

Some holding babies,

Some wincing in pain

Mazy smiled,

Her message was clear

Nowadays, we all talk of her calm in the storm,

In countries faraway and near