Sit it Out

Dark, heavy clouds hung low I wanted to continue but I just couldn't go My vision was blurred and nearly defunct Rising winds began to harpoon my wheels, leaving me feeling stumped Then a supreme voice softly said, "It's okay, now pull over." So I obliged as I meekly moved to the shoulder At that moment the clouds began to break The rain started pouring as my heart started to shake Copious amounts of rain pelted my windshield Cacophonous thunder and lightning bellowed without yield A raging storm was in full-throttle No longer in the eye, I was immersed as my wheels began to wobble Refuge and peace I wanted and earnestly sought Then that sweet voice appeared again as it spiritually taught "Be still and hold fast, my faithful one." "This storm will soon pass, so sit it out for it's already done."