Weathering

 

This morning I thought

I'd broken even;

That the dark cloud above me 

Was finally leavin'.

This morning I woke

With the light of hope;

Turns out that I might have misspoke:

The patch of blue sky that appeared

Making me think I was in the clear,

Got swallowed up like so much wine

And the lightning's playing hopscotch on the skyline.

So I guess this storm isn't over just yet;

I'm not sure how much worse it'll get

But I'm getting tired of resisting 

So I cry out just in case You're listening.

In the face of this fury, I hunker down

And I grit my teeth but how the wind howls!