You might be new here,
But you will see soon enough
That darkness here is never taciturn
The rain never stops pouring down,
Every drop battling with the roof,
That gives shelter
Neither winning or losing,
Just carrying on till dawn
And until the sun rises,
The wind keeps on howling and thundering,
As if in gut wrenching pain,
And the night sky is always lit up
Burning without the ball of fire kindling it
And you might feel at first
That the storm only razes and ruins
But come the morning,
You would see that even though
A lot has been torn down and wrecked
And even though the land has been
Rendered swampy and muddy
The world has been washed anew,
And that’s what storms really do!