Lightning brightens the sky there's thunder all around.
Hot street cools as the rain hits the ground.
Cool breeze from wind blows through my hair.
The wind picks up sending leaves into the air.
The grass beneath my feet becomes soaking wet.
As the storm gets closer I begin to sweat.
I have hated storms ever since I was a kid.
Whenever it was storming outside under my bed I hid.
Just hold me close until the storms goes by.
Will I be less of a man if I let you see me cry.
I hope that one day I can get over my fear.
Until that day comes whenever its storming outside please hold me dear.