In times of peril, the moon rises.
The wind blows harder and harder
before your eyes.
The sound of thunder comes your way,
The smell of rain to end the day.
Follow the direction of the storm.
It comes in only one distinct form.
It's furious and angry with its force.
The strength of the wind will
blow you off course.
Always be grateful for that storm
because it fuels the life borne.
I know it's scary and fills you with fright
Bravely follow it into the night.