Through The Wind

A whisk of wind

Passes through a peaceful grove

Of a small and untroubled town

A storm, rising above all

Unexpectedly, crashed down

And through the wind

Is a cry from a past severed life

Approaching the life of a new

Coming back for what it once lost

Understanding now

What it ruined with it's retched winds

And it has come again

As though it has learned nothing of before

It wants to tear apart

But again does it?

Again, though it wouldn't make any sense

But there it was

Rumbling and fierce

Intent for the kill

All over again, the pain the memories

floating back , ones thought to have never felt once more

And again the chance has arisen to for this storm to strike back once more

But will it ?

does it.?

Uncertainty complicates all

But through the wind

you can see a peace

through all the harsh winds and frigid rain

it means good

but is unfamiliar how