The Storm is over!
Spent of all
its frightening fury,
its roaring clapping done,
with dawn arise on the horizon,
        one questions all the worry!

The winds once wild
with mighty wrath
stirred darkness to a boil!
They now toy with last night's turmoil,
        and clear the sun a path!

All prayers are laid aside-
       save one-
as gloom gives way to
the morning sun.

The prayer yet remaining?
Let me survive the next
       storms' ride!