There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach...

All this waiting will come to an end.

It might bring destruction along its way,

But at least it’ll pass.

It might blow the warmth of comfort away,

But it’ll pass.

It might leave us naked and raw,

It might set us back,

And it might

But it will pass.

At least then, we won’t be scared of what might come

At least, we’ll have a fresh beginning

A chance to make our own rainbow.