In the storm, tonight

In the storm, tonight, two furry friends and I
Blown about by gusting gale
The sound of a dozen wind chimes ring
Helpless in the gale-force hail.

The lightning creates a light-sound show
Across an orange-lit midnight ride
While dust crosses once, twice, thrice
Leaves and trees bend in bowed-down pride.

Then the rain bursts in from south of west
Pinching cheeks with needle-sharp drops
Blowing ice-cold pins into the face
Breath leaves the lungs in bitter-deep froths.

But what this storm stand next to that life
Rocked with wind from without, within,
Of recent life of juggling with one hand
The other knotted to a main with string?

Did they not see that if they pulled
Too hard on one human refrain
It would be pulled apart at the seams
With destructive force of human remains?

Did they not know that behind the supermask
A living barely breathing person would fall:
Juggling work-play-love and all that again
Till love moved on to its next port of call?

Then the edifice into its crumbling death could fall
An abyss of morass of deep disgusting bog
Yet chance and circumstance or something between
Would perchance find its way through yellowing fog.

The drenching rain chills to the bone
Not enough, though, the puzzle to solve
Thunderheads may roar through the stormy night
And here I stand, much firmer in resolve.