I stand before the storm and in this calm I ready myself.

Then the storm strikes with thunder and lighting; wind and rain it hammers at me.

But still I stand unbowed, I know I can not beat the storm but nor can I let it beat me.

The storm blocks my sight but in the reflection of its own power I can see, that I'm not alone in my defiance.

For every one that falls before its might, I become more determined to stand tall.

As the storm passes, I see stretched out before me a barren yet fertile field ready to bare the fruits of those will and able to till it.

It take all my energy just to move but I know it do or die so I push myself.

Other do not have even this much strength.

To those near me I offer my hand even as doing saps me of my own strength.

As we stand we each find our burden lessened.

Looking around I see many get dragged by those they sot to help.

More still who simply ignore all other in favor of themselves.

But most disturbingly some who actually sot to hinder others so that they could have more for themselves.