Mommy

Oh thunder, I hate you so.
For you drop happiness very low.

I think of what to do when you're around.
But wherever I turn, there is always sound.

Disturbed by the sound you make.
I go to a room which doesn't shake.

This particular room is filled with light.
Whenever I enter this room I feel alright.

In that room is someone who loves me.
For all my years, I call her Mommy.