Saturday, Oct. 12, 2002 | 10:02 P.M.
storm
When will it end?
A little boat is thrown between waves.
Thunder fills the stormy sky,
As lightning shows the misery.
Heavy rain pounds the boat with fierce force.
The storm shows no mercy to the world.
The little boat holds on,
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
For that sun to shine again.
As time progresses, the winds die down,
The rain lightens,
And the storm subsides.
Birds can be heard in the distance
As the thunder goes away.
Is this the end of the storm,
Or just the beginning?
The boat weakened, looks forward
As it guides itself through the flowing waters