The Raging Storm

The wind blows
And the clouds darken the sky.
As time goes,
The sun says it's last goodbye.

As the wind twirls and spins
And the flowers dim and fade,
The rain begins;
And it's serenade is played.

I stand out alone, 
And listen to the waves.
I'm soaked to the bone,
And watch the water disappear into caves.

The white foam dances among the rocks;
It floats across the shore.
It moves about the docks,
And acts as a decor.

My mind begins to drift;
It wanders here and there.
Through several issues I sift,
But that doesn't mean I get anywhere.

As lightning strikes and thunder rumbles,
My feet stand firm on the sand.
I toss a stone and down the cliff it tumbles;
An exit so grand.

I fall to my knees in prayer.
The sound of the storm surrounds me.
Whatever words I share
Will only be heard by God and the sea.

The turbulence can be heard below,
And the leaves rustle around.
The raging no longer slow;
Down the rain will pound.

Down comes the lightening;
Down comes the rain;
For someone young it sure would be frightening,
But for me, it's more than mundane.

I feel protected and safe,
And not like a waif.
He is Lord of all;
And will be here when I call.