Storms form her cheeks
belting clouds as she speaks.
She roars leaving us to shrieks
Quit running around kids
Imroaydeh’s gonna burn you to bits!
Your noise is giving her fits.
We don’t take her seriously
We go on playing & running
thinking we’re safe listening
in our yard to birds singing.
So she lashes at the antennas
sends sparks through wires
and laughs as a tree breaks.
She screams woes as the wind blows
Darkness follows as she swallows
the sun, casting eerie shadows!
Everything is wet & slippery
The birds are gone, world’s gloomy
Rain falls and fun is over sadly!
We run inside take cover
behind doors & barred windows
lay still in our beds and cower
in fear, Imroaydeh is here!
Like all kids we put our fears
in drawings to express our jeers
but now that we’re grown up
she makes us laugh until we’re in tears!
Growing up in Lebanon, thunder was used to scare kids to calm down, stop running, go to bed early and quit fighting. She was personified as an angry elderly ugly woman who burned and whipped bad kids with lightning. Her name was Imroaydeh: Im for mother roaydeh is female miniature for thunder so literally: mother of little thunder. You can find many similar versions of this funny monster all over the middle east with different names but that's her name in Lebanon. I hope you enjoyed this piece