In the Mountains

A chilling breath of misty air
enshrouds me as I walk.
Surrounded by the towering trees
speech deserts me, I cannot talk.
 

A raven cries out among the trees,
relating tales of woe and grief,
but here in these woods I find
that cry cannot affect my mind.
 

Harsh rain and hail begin to fall,
battering and tearing, destroying all.
Yet running for cover, I feel glee,
Nature's forces have rejuvenated me.