When it Storms

I could hear the storm rolling through so me and my brother ran inside the house.
"Sit down and be quiet." Granny used to say. "The Lord is doing his work."
The wind whipped against the window
the thunder clapped
and rolled
and sheets of rain fell.
Lightning lit up the sky
as I peeped from under my blanket.
He makes a lot of noise,
I thought to myself.
I guess He doesn't like doing the dishes either.