Wind stings ray Eyes with water Flung; the torrents Slap my skin Hands wet and Numb I clutch my Lantern still-lit Despite the thrumming Rain and wind Against its grimed glass. I climb fast And breathless Against the push, the struggle Keeps me vertical and going, This blinking and setting Of eyes at a tall target Etched in black against Such bleak sky but Once there the valley will Open below like arms flung wide.next poem