There is a comfort
In storms
A sudden solace
An unexpected peace
In the wrath of the heavens
Coming down upon a world
Oft undeserving of itself

Let us fly
To another place
Where the air is crisp
Where the ground is soft
Where there are few around
Where little would trouble us
And there breathe a while
And sink our toes deep
And taste the silence
That awaits us
Far from here

With a heavy heart
And eyelids like stones
And a head
Leaning for want of a bed
Of moss

I lay down upon
The forest floor
And stretch out my limbs
Till they penetrate the earth
And drink its bounty

And after a long while
That heaviness
Is lifted
And my spirit rises
To drink the sun

I wait for the rain
Standing on the dry grasses
Breathing the arid breeze

And though I will hide from it
And though its gloom weighs upon me
I wait for the rain

With my eyes to the willow branches
Swaying in the wind
And my feet on the soft mosses
That fill the spaces between the grass blades

I breathe in
And breathe out
The swirling scents of a summer evening

Untroubled by the noise beyond the trees