Riding Out The Storm

The ominous hum of thunder,

The wind that whips the trees,
The lightening streaks, the pounding rain,
The white capped summer seas,

The hurricane is coming in

To shake the quiet night,
Yet there, outside it’s fierce embrace,
A last, lingering light

Holds promise that the storm will pass,

That light will come again;
That there will be an end to all
The darkness, wind and rain.