I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

My storm is my own...Enter if you dare. However, bear in mind that the tempest of desire is fraught with unpredictability from the highest peaks to the depths of the abyss. Do not expect a smooth ride, but expect a true and passionate one...

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

The Tempest.

Hear my soul speaks:
The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
to make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.