Survive the storm, and you may grow. |
Tempest Roar Huddle up tighter, draw your cloak about you Bury your face in the cloth as the winds pick up Your two eyes watch in fear as the storm envelopes you Pressing against your tiny shelter. Eyes squeezed shut as the gale buffets you A rumble like a beast of lore fills your ears and vibrates in your gut An all-consuming maw opens wide Before the tiny you. Heavy rain drums and pours Icy needles everywhere, soaking you Flash of lightning as thunder rumbles In the tempest roar. Draw yourself tighter, good child, and be brave The floods rise, the lightning is near The jaws of the storm threaten to snap closed and end you But you're stronger than that. As you huddle, the winds die down One eye opens to watch the floods sink away And the jaws close, the ethereal dark teeth fading away And the sun shines again, weakly, then stronger. You stand up slowly, your limbs cold and weak But the spring that awaits you is a different story Throwing back your cloak, the damp spring air fills your lungs as birds chirp and green grass waves Courtesy of the rains and the tempest roar. You smile, your eyes' fear replaced by joy Spring draws you close in its eternal beauty The parched land had to have its rains to bring the blossoms And you, good child, must survive the tempest roar if you want the spring to come. |