The flow of my dress caressing the shore
My laughter, music in the air.
The happiness of feeding and quenching the thirst of my children.
Being small was never that easy,
But I’m satisfied.
Peace can be overwhelmingly welcome.
Until the darkened sky and the storm starts.
Fear claims my children.
I ruffle my dress in anger.
Droplets of water start to fall slowly, then became a pour.
My dress was getting puffier from the rain,
Anger consumed me, and a battle began.
It didn’t last; the storm left
In his victory smirk.
Peace returned, and my dress went back to normal.
My children came out of hiding
And started playing once again.
One day, I will win against him
But now I will enjoy the peace and quiet.