When the storm rages, I feel you in my presence.
When the storm rages, you’re the warm rain that caresses my skin.
When the storm rages, you’re the rushing wind that speaks into my ear.
When the storm rages, you’re the mighty clouds that fill the heavens with your glory.
When the storm rages, you’re the migrating gulls,
the crashing waves,
the bending trees,
and the rustling of their leaves.
When the storm rages, you’re the lightning flash against the blackest of oceans,
the thunderous boom that beats the heart in my chest,
the distant rumble that reverberates like a longing undeterred.
When the storm rages, I fear nothing except its departure,
for when it no longer stirs, I’m reminded of your absence.
My only consolation is that another storm will inevitably rage again,
they always do.
And when it does, you’ll be there.
That was awesome, keep up the good work,
Absolutely stirring