We snuggled in our bed
With thunder cracking heavily
And to long low rumbles at times .
Teeny tiny one slept
With no thunder waking her ,
With no lightning bothering her,
The big-small girl was scared
Hugging me tightly at each crack
Repeating as a rhyme ‘fear’
We slept cuddling and hugging .
Morning was afresh and anew
A crisp bright day
With no dark clouds in sight ,
With chirping birds and crowing roosters
With kids in uniforms
All a bright new day .
Our bedtime story these monsoon days 😊. ‘Big-small’ is my elder girl who is three years and the teeny tiny is my almost six month old baby . In response to daily post prompt crisp. Crisp
My little storybook 