solo sunrise

To rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength. One idea only still throbbed life-like within me: a remembrance of God. It begot an unuttered prayer, these words went wandering up and down in my rayless mind, as something that should be whispered, but no energy was found to express them.

“Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help.”

It was near, and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it - as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips - it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me.

(Charlotte Brontë)