You touch my hand as the storm rages inside me.

Quietly, your calm goes through me.

Drawing me near and into the shelter of you, I look into your eyes.

The swirling of blues, greens, and grays resemble the depths of the Lake I love.

Leaning in, I am lost in you.

The storm abates and dies down to a drizzle.

The rain never stops completely, but with you, the waves are gentle and I can see the Sun behind the clouds.