Maelstrom

I'm on a rowboat drifting in the middle of a dark, hungry sea. The wind kisses my face in anticipation of things to come. A storm is on the horizon. The sky churns in seethes with lament. I hunker down inside of myself, trying to find shelter and absolution. For i know that it's by His grace alone that i'll make it out of this maelestrom. It goes quiet for only an instant. A single thunder clap issues the storms arrival. The rain is coming down in sheets. Wind rocks my boat back and forth. Fear grips me. I issue one final plea for help before i'm thrown from my vessel, left to sink into the abyss.