A storm is coming

life can be rough

A Storm is coming

Storm clouds gather in inky black,
Breeze turns to gale force wind,
Rain is riding as mercury falls,
To punish those whom have sinned.

Or shade the earth from blazing sun,
Blow away decayed debris,
Water of life upon the earth,
Flow through my veins unto the sea.

My life now tumbles in the tempest,
No shore to land my feet on stone,
The dice I rolled has yet to settle,
For now this course I set alone.

Like weather my forecast is unknown,
To reach the sun I must fight,
Throw my anchor in sheltered bay,
Until new storms enjoy this light.