Oh gale storm
How I feel your wrath,
The wind against my skin
And the rain against my hair!
You pelt me with air and water
While the heart rushes,
While I dare you to do your worst.
Great storm,
Great embodiment of air,
Weather's most fickle child,
I stand before you risen,
Awaken from my sleep,
Feeling your worst at my best.
You roar,
Oh storm,
You roar and I tremble,
But stand still nonetheless.
Water pelts my face
And I know I've won
This little contest of ours.