like a boat lost at sea when the clouds are racing and the waves are crashing and the sun is streaming through minute pockets in the sky but they're not warming you. huddled in the stern, we hide our faces from the world of storm, and we scream a frightened whisper, and we pray for calm.
but the storm doesn't end here. like a story book where it feels like it will never end, the violence and crashing rain and thunder carry on and on and on. skies staying grey and clouded and the Sun comes and goes and the wind always blows, but it's not the end. and not to spoil the ending or anything, but everything's going to be okay.
count the raindrops and while we're here, we might as well dance.