The twisting of a colorful
storm on radar,
shows what looks nice
on the outside,
does not look good on the inside.  
From one end to the other,
we see the sun fading to black,
that darkness has no promise of light.
Once going through the turbulent frights,
I can see at the horizon
a small break in the shade of black.
There I realized that at the end of the storm,
where the light shines,
we can see all the troubled spots,
from our home to health to death.
The life we live in is the depth of a perfect storm;
we only have to accept,
and believe that the light will come
when we realize that no matter what
The Perfect Storm will give misfortunes,
but it is the misfortunes that cause the perfect storm.