the wind blew like a roaring dragon
the rain fell like screaming bullets
the darkness engulfed the vast terrain
i said to myself, "surely this is the end"

the wind picked up a red barn roof
and threw it across the corn field
lighting struck and split a tree
"i will not live to see tomorrow" i said

but i was wrong, i did live
the storm passed and the sun shone
the bright rays of the shun warmed my skin
blue skies greeted my weary heart