The Thunder Rolls

The thunder rolls as the sky flashes bright. The clouds roll in as the lightning strikes. The children all tucked in snug in their bed, as mom walks away, "I'm scared", they all said. You hear that sound, she says, the thunder rolling, Do not be afraid, for it's only God and his angels bowling. But the lightning, they cry, it's just so bright. Oh that lightning, she says, means God has bowled a strike! It's a fun game to watch and listen to, you see God and his angels like to have fun too. Let's lay here for a while, just listen to the rumble. I bet when God plays, he is very humble. Let's count all the strikes when they light up the sky. Tell me, little ones, who can count that high? One big rumble, one loud strike, as rain rolls in and fills the night. As we lay there counting one strike, two, the worry passes from each of you. Slowly they drift off, peacefully rest. If in your dreams you bowl with God, remember my loves, just give it your best.