Life Beyond a Storm

It was a terrible hailstorm,
The ice clods thudded with mad frenzy,
The rich rued car's broken glass,
The poor hadn't enough glass to lose,
But they had enough to be
beaten to trash in the open,
Their crop was trashed,
So they could feel each strike
as a stony hit,
Some farmers even thought of
calling it quits from the game of life,
Too much money to be paid
to settle the lease hold
and the entire crop in trashy fold,
Many birds also perished,
Nests, wings and eggs broken,
Trees bashed and stripped naked.

But there was a rainbow 
after all this was over,
The children played with ice marbles,
And there were enough birds alive
to carry the exciting chirps of life ahead,
The rainbow, surviving birds and playing children,--
The vibrant soldiers of life,
Carrying the message:
Life is above such momentary interjections;
The song, the excitement, the colors
take just a little break
during such momentary lapses,
They take the centerstage again
once the storm is over.

The storms don't define life,
they just affirm the strength and resilience 
of life against all momentary interjections.