The spirit of wisdom stood by me in the raging storm. ‘There is rest in the eye of the storm.’ He put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Yes.’ I muttered as my thoughts turned to you. The stinging rain turned into a comfortable and welcoming shower. I watched the lightning dance to the thunders’ rhythm. My hands became still, my heart filled with calm. The howling winds carried a whisper of hope. You are the eye of my life storms. Just the thought of you brings peace to my world.