Within the storms, I've prospered and I've grown -
for every now and then a word or two
will rescue me and let their strength be known -
like thunder when the sun comes shining through.
The blackest clouds may undermine success -
the unforgiving winds may scream and blow.
A tidal wave of doubt may bring distress -
but floods recede. Their wrath is just for show.
The rain descends upon me like a veil -
I hold my breath as limbs are ripped from trees.
Through snow, through rain, through hurricanes and hail -
I'll write 'til Mother Nature's on her knees.
I do not bow before her as she rides.
As she approaches, poetry abides.
