A Storm

Sometimes it comes with a breeze
and it crushes you, bones and dreams
with a gentle, chilling wind
a whisperer calling in

and then, a crackling thunder
shivers as if it was afraid
to break the shattered pieces
from which you were made

all the people call for one
when thirsty for your rain
they fear you, and yet
the chorus howls in vain

and even when you bring destruction
it's a smile that holds my face
I drift away in the darkest sea
with memories of your grace