Through the storm she flies br Tossed and buffeted by winds br Washed by the rain that lashes br Her skin with its burning rage br br Feet trace a pathway over br The granite clouds of anger br Delicatly treading on droplets br Of water that surround her br br She holds out her hands br To catch the starlight br Throwing it downwards br To brighten the earth br br Never fear the tempest br It's just nature venting furybr br Fiona Davidsonbr br