A cyclone captures two wanting souls,
Destroying anything in its path.
Transporting the now one,
Into unknown future forecasts.
Drowning in a flood meant to douse,
Clinging to fallen victims of the wind.
Downed branches keeping your heads above water,
Carrying you both to safety’s bridge.
A clear sky now emerges, stable atmosphere.
A gentle breeze replaces the fury.
The drought is finished and all is refreshed,
Hope tomorrow’s elements also translate to glory!