The Wind And The Rain (2)

It was a wild and windy day,
The skies were dark the clouds were grey;
It must have been an inward spark,
From the fire within that lit my heart.
There was not much here that I could do,
But put my faith and trust in you;
The hope I had was all id need,
That you my God die and lead.
The wind did blow a mighty gale,
Which might of developed and turned to hale;
But you my Lord were my comfort there,
As the wind howled on without a care.
The rain was beating down do fierce,
In my soul it did roar and my heart it pierce.
It was strong beyond all imaginable strength ,
Like the devil angry at his arms full length.
It was tormenting both the mind and soul,
As destruction like broth in a bowl;
The branches in the trees blew hard,
And scattered them around the road and yard.
There might have been a stop to it,
For like day, of my youth I was feeling fit;
But not so fast could my brain so act,
For this time alone was for my God to attract.
Signed,
Drawing the woman of the wind