I learned the hard way
Hurricane's eye is just a lull
The other half yet to make its day
But having long ignored the call

And there, in place, with no escape
Pulled covers neigh, made peace
With force then scouring the cape
Feeding fears and doubts to its beast

Finally finding sleep, sweet rest
Accepting bed rocking, wind's howls
Awakened when morning's sun rose to bless
That battered, still standing house

Oh what glory brings new days!
White sea from foam still full
Boiling excitement in each new wave!
Folly survived, a new man, more humble