Joey

  Oh,
 the cloud it turned to dark
 and the sun had lost its spark
 and the tear-drops 
 they were falling from the sky
  
 Joey felt a droplet
 land in his hand – 
 (he’s got it)
 then another fell
 and the Earth - it starts to cry
  
 The grass had turned to mud
 and the drops were now a thud
 and the clouds - they made noises
 rarely heard
  
 The thunder it is clapping
 and the noise it is nerve-wracking – 
 as Joey runs inside 
 without a word
  
 The miner bird is flapping
 and Joey’s Mum is wrapping
 a blanket 'round her son 
 to keep him warm
  
 The kettle it is boiling
 and Joey’s Mum is warning
 Joey - really soon 
 I know there'll be a storm
  
 But then the thunder stops its clapping
 and in the sky a change is happening
 as dark clouds they are replaced 
 by brightest sun
  
 Joey races outside laughing
 he can hear the dogs are barking
 and all at once they say;
 let’s have some jolly fun.