The wind blew with savage fury
Trees bowing to nature’s violent breath
Their leaves sent in a maelstrom whirlwind
And I couldn’t help but watch them dance
A familiar voice calling on gale
“Do not be afraid.”
So through the raging torrential storm
The rain now bouncing to its own relentless tune
I stood with a certainty and reassurance
Only the sound of her voice could give.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
