A storm brewed up, last night
disturbing my peaceful sleep,
I had given up all the tricks
of trying to count the sheep.

Thunder rolled ,lightening struck
I snuggled down in my bed,
soaked with perspiration
from the humid night ahead.

Thor being the God Of thunder
I thought I would pray to him,
for I couldn`t get a wink of sleep
and my patience is wearing thin

But it didn`t make it better
I must have been insane,
so I just put my ear plugs in
and tried to sleep yet again .

Before I knew it was morning
the sun shone bright and fair,
just a little too late for me
Thor had heard my prayer.