"The Storm Comes... (and leaves again)"

you're sitting on the ground,
waiting for the rain again.
you feel the water pass overhead,
but not dripping down.
you gaze onward,
waiting for the storm,
watching on the horizon,
knowing full well you'll be blown away upon its arrival.

the trees shake,
the thunder rattles the sky and ground,
animals are fleeing,
looking for guidance that will not be found.
but not you,
you sit soaked in your absurdity,
holding on to your last grip of hope,
while all warnings fly out the windows.

the trees come crashing down,
spraying with mist of sand and sea,
cars are tumbling under water,
but not that you can see.
your dreams are fleeing,
like the cars in line for evacuation,
but this storm just keeps on decieving,
blocking all exit paths in view.

suddenly the trees stop,
the whipping breeze is pulled to a whisper,
the galaxy has reversed itself,
for something new is with you.
a single glance,
a narrow shot in the dark,
the storm is over,
no damage is done,
because you managed to keep your hope.