THUNDERSTORMS!
Thunderstorms are my enemy.
(Or, I'm quite possibly just a baby.)
But somehow when they arrive you can always find me hiding.
I need to get over it, but I doubt I ever will..
I'm sorry, but they just don't seem very welcoming!
(Or, I'm quite possibly just a baby.)
But somehow when they arrive you can always find me hiding.
I need to get over it, but I doubt I ever will..
I'm sorry, but they just don't seem very welcoming!