The Storm

Winds picking up, a sure sign
Another Storm is coming near.
Coming with a warning, knowing
Better take cover soon.
Cover is worse when seen, but
Flying open with rage.
Rage is this storm that continues, endless
Beating down on the lone house.
The house takes the storm, and
Stands strong not crumbling down.
Crumbling down seems easier now, instead
It stands still taking the storm.
The storm leaves just as it came, yet
Hope will arise from strength within.

*June 1996*