The Storm

The weather is an uncontrollable part of farming. Storms come. There’s nothing farmers can do about it. Sometimes storms cause unwanted damage. Sometimes storms bring much needed rain. Either way, storms come.

We all go through storms in life. The worst storms tend to be the ones we go through alone. The ones we try hide from everybody else. Sometimes we hide them because of our pride. Sometimes because of our shame. Sometimes we hide them to protect those around us. Sometimes we hide them to keep from dragging others into the storm with us.

There is value in weathering storms. Without going through some bad weather, how can we truly appreciate the pretty days? I’m thankful for the storms. I’m thankful that the storms will pass.

I wrote this poem/song several years ago.

The Storm

Will Campbell

All is well

Everything is fine

Seems so real

The air is calm and still

But it’s not right

It’s a disguise

It’s all just lies

To hide the way I feel

My heart grows cold

As the truth unfolds

This bitterness

This hate I try to hide

What’s underneath

Will come to light

And all will see

The storm that grows inside

No control

It’s taking over

The raging winds

The pouring rain

No one can see

The hurt it brings

Cause I wear this smile

To cover up my pain

Nobody knows

No one can tell

I hide it well

So that no one can see

But it won’t be long

As storm grows strong

Soon all will see

That it’s taking over me

Outside

The sun is shinning

The sky is clear

The weather is warm

But in my soul

My heart is crying

I feel like I’m dying

In this storm