Drenched again

I looked up to the eye of yet another storm,
a force of nature bearing down upon the ground
I could not find my solid footing on today,

although I did not fall and neither did I stumble
in the dark of that redemptive tempest’s winds
which wrapped my bones in shredded nightmares

ripped by all the fears we weave into our hopes
out of the dreamer's yarn we cut as cloth to suit
the fashion of our age, temperament and disposition

as if such styling mattered or might make a difference
to indifferent storms that weather sends our way
regardless of our lack of readiness for wind and rain.