The storm blasts out,
From its innermost,
Depths a shout,
A howl of ghost,
A wail of tormented breath.

The wind and rain,
Hail and sleet,
With mountain
And hill do meet,
In deepest ever night.

Nature all around does shake,
The trees bow down
The river soon will make,
Last year's crown
Of water's peak.

The ground soaks up,
Like a sponge placed in
A water cup,
The rain, like sin,
But there is always more.

The window glass
Is such a pain,
It breaks quite fast
Under force of rain.
Like it, the storm has broken.