The Tempest Met Its Match
No backing down
She wanders the earth in solitude, although she is a beacon that attracts the rain,
Constantly caught off guard, dripping wet with no chance of escape,
The world lashes around her, the wind whips her silly,
She huddles in upon herself, wishing it was the warmth of the sun in which she is draped.
She runs from the wildness, the destruction, the angry torment,
The unrelenting drops of the Universe’s tears and cries,
The lightning lashes around her, threatening,
And thunder screams from the heavens, booming across the skies.
Then a change in her life beckons and she happily enters a brewing storm,
Caught in a blistering tornado of everyday life; tossed and turned,
Battling to keep on her toes, thrust from sugar to crazy chaos,
Thrown willy-nilly in every direction, slowly discarded and finally burned.
Now standing on the outside looking in, wondering what the hell just happened,
She was so unprepared for such a whirlwind ride,
Stunned in disbelief, in total shock,
She sought shelter to quietly hide.
