After the Storm
Without cover, no shelter from the storm;
Without hope, soaked down to the bone.
The wind that blew away all that I had hoped for–
The thunder rocked me right down to my core.
Without a sound, the wind and rain had gone,
Without a doubt, I was sure I was done;
Laying in the dirt and muck and mud,
Face down in a pool of my own blood.
Then out came the sun.
The rain clouds parted like a gift from above;
Shining down upon my broken body warmth and life and love;
And as I looked up to the sky to see the source of my new breath–
The rainbow’s solemn vow that this was not to be my death.
