Winter Storm

The winter air flies through my hair

The wind blows softer with each breath.

The storm will soon be ending

The raindrops drip but the storm will end.

I sit here in the storm waiting

Waiting for the storm to end.

The wind is blowing, the rain is wet

Still the storm shall end.

If you want to listen, you can hear the crying clouds

I see rainfall flowing down

I smell the wind, and I smell the rain

But still the storms will end.

The taste of the blowing breeze

Caresses my mouth.

All the same,

the storm will end.