It could rain for 40 days and nights
flooding the streets incessantly
and he still looks on lovingly
as the water destroys everything
and he's left treading on resiliently
gripping my hand firmly
keeping my mind from drifting
singing to me steadily
as the winds pick up and pelt his face
the tears like stone engulf my place
yet he stands and braves the storm
carrying on
refusing to let me drowned in sorrow
A spirit so strong VS a mind so narrow