The storm

The dreaded day has come,
like an impending storm
forecast eons before her time.
This day has been brewing
since the day I was born.

I prayed to the Gods daily
and to anyone else 
who  might hear me,
pleading to keep her away
for fear of the devastation
she could bring
to all the land about me.

She was a huge boulder 
which I held on my shoulder
day after day.
I nourished her 
and without even
realizing it,
I helped create her.

As the forecast grew
louder and louder,
I closed my ears,
hid under my bed 
and breathed in the cold
dark void around me.

I grew smaller and smaller
and she loomed so large
above me as
I gasped for air.

Now that storm is right 
outside my door,
I pray for strength 
and courage to enter
the darkness and not be broken.
To feel the rain and wind
on my face
and not be blown
away by the wind.

And then I'll wait -
for the sun to shine
again.