“How long will this last?” you think as the deluge pelts your face

“Why can’t it just end, why can’t I feel death’s cold embrace?”

When, seemingly out of nowhere, a glimmer of light shines through

“Man…surely…I can find a way out of feeling so blue…”

As the storm descends on this on this otherwise peaceful night

The wind howls, the trees shake, the dogs cower in fright

But as any wise-man knows, this storm will soon be over

For another one to come along, the winds and rain moreover

And so, with your second wind, you begin your trudge

The freezing rain battering you, seemingly never to budge

But, step by step, you continue your slow, seemingly-endless walk

Knowing, that sometime, someday, that squall, for you it will no longer stalk