Winds howl through the swamp. Plants are bent, some broken. Rain sets the waters to churning. Lightning flashes, creatures run for cover wherever they can find it. Though the storm has been building for a while, the ferocity of it is still a surprise when it hits. You wonder ... will this be the one that ends it all? Will anything make it out alive?
After some time, the rain slows. Thunder moves off to growl elsewhere. Clouds part, revealing the stars, the moon. And below, a splash of color. Flowers, unbending now from where they were beaten down. They know ... they will almost Survive the Storm, and so will you.