While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
- Chorus
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
In the grand scheme of things this isn't even close to being the worst result of Hurricane Fiona, but it did make me sad: the Shubenacadie Tree, a (locally) famous landmark along the route to Truro, came down during the storm. The tree was at least 300 years old, and everyone travelling along that stretch of highway would find their eyes drawn to it... the big, beautiful tree standing by itself in the middle of a large field. Now standing no longer. sic transit gloria mundi
The Soul of the Sea
A wind comes in from the sea,
And rolls through the hollow dark
Like loud, tempestuous waters.
As the swift recurrent tide,
It pours adown the sky,
And rears at the cliffs of night
Uppiled against the vast.
Like the soul of the sea--
Hungry, unsatisfied
With ravin of shores and of ships--
Come forth on the land to seek
New prey of tideless coasts,
It raves, made hoarse with desire,
And the sounds of the night are dumb
With the sound of its passing.
-Clark Ashton Smith