“THEY ARE JUST BOWLING”

“God bless April and its showers”

When I was a wee-tot, afeard of lightening and thunder rolling,
My mother would calm my fears by saying, ‘Oh, they are just bowling,’
Each strike was ball on pin,
Who do you think will win?
And before you knew it, I would giggle with delight,
Wait for the next strike with its bright light,
I never did find out who won the game,
Or, who kept track of each frame,
And when the game was over, I didn’t care who won,
Or even, if they had fun,
Because it was night, and I probably fell fast asleep,
I wonder if I ever dreamed of bowling balls and pins in that deep,
Can you envision thunder and lightning playing games with tremendous extolling?
I cannot, because to this day I know for sure…