The night was dark, cold, foreboding
The ark I had hoped never to need
Sat ready and self- sufficient, awaiting the drops
The sky opened with gusting winds 
and torrential rain
The new ocean tossed 
and tumbled my simple craft
All alone a midst waves and thunder
I sit in my misery and wonder if the light will come
Forty days and forty nights passed over my dark soul
As the last drop falls and eerie silence descends,
I feel a new hope spring forth
But the time is not yet right
For my peace-loving friend wanders aimlessly
Despairing for my sanity
I once again send the dove
To search for a place to rest my weary heart
Will I ever find its destination?
To my delight he does not
I emerge from my seclusion
To find the sky is clear and beautiful
A bow stands as a promise
There is no more rain, no more darkness
I am no longer alone
Life blossoms in the new spring
My heart has come home to you.