I woke to the rain. Breathing heavy and sweating from the terror of my dreams, I was startled by the warning shot. Realizing I was at home, the burning dulled. Crashing waves and drumming on the roof lulled me back to sleep. Instead of my usual nightmare, I am surrounded in a hot spring. Who's bubbles kiss my skin and hold me like a warm blanket. I can see the storm in the distance. Its fierce winds and lion roar through the trees. Lighting stabs though the darkness and lights up all the unknown. Most would be scared but in its light no enemy can hide. Mother Nature has no sympathy for those that cross her yet renew and nourish those that have followed her. In the end the pain is washed away. The spirits are awakened and a new fresh beginning clenches to the sun. Light touches the earth and shows the disaster that is left from the war. Serving its reminder that as beautiful as the world seems, it always gets even.