"Papa? Are you awake?" , asked little Matthew, snuggling his little polar bear.

"Matthew? What are you doing awake little one?" Francis replied, sleep heavily laced in his voice.

"I-it's storming papa." Just as that was said a clap of thunder echoed in the room startling poor little Matthew. Matthew jumped and ran across the room from where he wasin the doorway and climbed into his fathers large bed.

"It's ok Matthew. It's alright. You want me to sing to you?" Francis asked in a hushed tone, holding the shaking child. Matthew nodded and replied with a shaky, "yes please."

"Alright then." Francis cleared his throat.

"Little child, be not afraid

The rain pounds harsh against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger

There is no danger

I am here tonight

Little child

Be not afraid

Though thunder explodes

And lightning flash

Illuminates your tearstained face

I am here tonight

And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

Little child

Be not afraid

The storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And its candlelight beams

Still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight

Little child

Be not afraid

The wind makes creatures of our trees

And the branches to hands

They're not real, understand

And I am here tonight And someday you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forest and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

For you know, once even I

Was a little child

And I was afraid

But a gentle someone always came

To dry all my tears

Trade sweet sleep for fears

And to give a kiss goodnight

Well, now I am grown

And these years have shown

Rain's a part of how life goes

But it's dark and it's late

So I'll hold you and wait'til your frightened eyes do close

And I hope that you'll know

That nature is so

This same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

And forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you see

In the morning

Everything's fine in the morning

The rain will be gone in the morning

But I'll still be here in the morning"

Francis looked down at his sleeping child. "Sweet dreams, my sweet child." With that Francis lissed his sons' forehead and fell into a deep, sweet, dream filled slumber.

END.