Hurricane Days

I am glad to say the days

are few and far between.

I’ve traded out my blues and grays

for magical yellows and greens.

Cloudy days have pulled apart

to clear almost radiant skies,

but Nature toys with hurricanes,

and yet I am always surprised.

For when the storm returns,

crashing through in its way,

in my heart and in my head,

it is simply another day.

“We have faced this storm before”,

and I know my words are strong,

but like the trees in the angry winds,

they waver as though they were wrong.

“It’s been too long”, we start to panic,

“We have completely run out of supplies!”

I am swimming without a life jacket

As the flood waters start to rise.

And in an instant, the storm clears,

Washing all of my fears away.

If I in this have learned one thing,

Storms are too weak to come every day.