Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow,
Though often we may find ourselves locked down, in dark. Below.
Held tight, under fury, in darkness and in pain;
Like snowfall, heavy, dark: smothered but comforting.
No daylight can reach us, no light and no rescue,
Overwhelmed by temper, and locked inside red hue.
When temperature gently rises, in a moment not yet seen
Only then, unnoticed, are we ...
