The wind is loud
And the waves rise high
The sun flashes and twinkles
Through the clouds in the sky
The rain streams down
Battering me
As I sail in my dingy
Out on the sea.
Cold and wet
I’ll brave the storm
Let it pass
I wait
Calm
Un-forlorn.
An end will come
To the storm
That is mine
Sometime soon
I’ll be home and dry
Safe, encircled in front of the fire
Telling tales of my wild adventure.
