Reslove

Wait out the storm.

Resolve

Ominous clouds gather. Day turns into night.
I watch in wonder, this portentous site.

The wind bares fury, brutal and malice.
Its indifference to suffering is hardened and callous.

Thunder roars its rage. Lightning strikes.
Livid rain drops descend as spikes.

Soon this gale shall pass and amid it’s place,
The sun resolves to mend with grace.

~ Rebecca Moore ~