Just when I think
I’ve steadied myself against the refusal
of any single day to be solid, steady
Just when I think
I’ve righted all that was toppled in the prior storm
Battened down anything that might
not be counted on to stay secure
Just then
A squall blows in
Unforecast and never from the side you’d think
And I’m right back to
those first, awful days,
when I couldn’t take a step without falling.
Walking the Walk 
I hope your storm passes and calm days are ahead, but you know life is never calm. So hang on and eventually you will land and be secure.
Though times may be tough, I think you have created a very beautiful metaphor here. Thank you for sharing!
As Elsie said, a beautiful metaphor. I hope the storm the passes and leaves you in a place of peace.