And the campervan rocked

It's been a while since my campervan rocked
At night it's always securely locked
It's designed for one, night or day
And certainly no room for play.

But tonight my campervan rocks
Almost bouncing off its chocks.
Checking the security of things
Unintentionally testing the springs

When I've seen other vans rocking and shaking
It's because of enthusiastic love making
I'd like to say that's what happened to me
But imagination outstrips the reality.

The clouds had gathered all through the day
And the wind had come in over the bay.
Those who were camping felt it the most
Especially those of us close to the coast

The camp site was shaded with ancient trees
Not the best place in an Antarctic Breeze
I steered clear of  where the foliage was dense
And hunkered down close in to a fence.

Thunder and lightning came again and again
The metal roof was hammered with rain
The campervan huddled down into the hedge
With not much protection there at the edge.

But the rain on the roof

It's been a while since my campervan rocked

At night it's always securely locked

It's designed for one, night or day

And certainly no room for play.

But tonight my campervan rocks

Almost bouncing off its chocks.

Checking the security of things

Unintentionally testing the springs

When I've seen other vans rocking and shaking

It's because of enthusiastic love making

I'd like to say that's what happened to me

But imagination outstrips the reality.

The clouds had gathered all through the day

And the wind had come in over the bay.

Those who were camping felt it the most

Especially those of us close to the coast

The camp site was shaded with ancient trees

Not the best place in an Antarctic breeze.

I steered clear of where the foliage was dense

And hunkered down close in to a fence.

Thunder and lightning came again and again

The metal roof was hammered with rain

The campervan huddled down into the hedge

With not much protection there at the edge.

It reminds me of childhood and sleeping at night

Relishing the sound of rain in the fading light,

Knowing the thunder will ease by and by

While the rain sings a natural lullaby.

So, although my van rocked madly that night,

I remained calm and tucked in tight

Other vans rocking might mean more fun

But I was asleep before the rain had begun.