The fury of the storm
The fury of the storm ravages the trees and its wind blows strong and free, hauling by the windows through which I try to see the beauty that even in such mayhem exists and as my heart wildly beats I witness the strength of the hand of G-d that just as it protects and holds can in an instant destroy and kill My eyes cloud as with tears they fill I tremble and can hardly breath as I am overtaken by an unreasonable fright as if I were a child alone and lost on a dark night and I see evil shadows... Sign in to see full entry.