Thunder drum

Thunderclaps like a cheering audience
Hiding under the bed with no confidence
Under the bed, I can hear the sky drum with its rumbles
Never stopping, the lightning tumbles
Dry, but not safe
Every drop of rain sounds chafe
Rain comes down by the bucket load
Stopping barely to breathe, I am in panic mode
The thunder starts to slow
On the floor, I lie low
Rain soothes, as I breathe in deep
Moving up and down my chest takes a leap