It’s storming it’s raining it’s sleeting it’s hailing
The windows are shaking the wind gusts are wailing
The thunder is roaring the lightning is flashing
The rainclouds are pouring the thunder is crashing
The people are huddled inside, scared as mouses
What will the storm do to their cars and their houses?
They think of the damage; they whimper and pout
Will a tree topple down? Will the power go out?
And meanwhile, all comfy and calm in their holes
Are thousands of underground earthworms and moles
Who don’t have a clue of the storm ‘bove their heads
Or the terrified humans curled up in their beds
No they’re too busy sniffing for bugs they can’t see
Though they’re blind they don’t mind for their lives are
storm-free.
