The Storm

We all go through our own storms, but we all need that litttle push to help us make it.

Walking through an empty field,
The clouds start to turn black,
Thunder and lightning appear simoutaneously.
Rain pounds on you like many hammers,
You feel like you can't go on,
Suddenly a hand grabs onto you,
That hand saved you,
Without that hand, you could not make it.
That hand helped you during the storm,
And pulled you through it.