Wind tears at metal wings
Rain lashes the fuselage
How soft the touch down
n.b. The descent was a dreadful experience; stomach churning, (the plane slewing along its flight path, dropping and jumping) . As the ground got nearer and the relative speed of the aircraft became sickeningly obvious, I tried to relax into my too small seat. Then the wheels made contact with the runway and everything rolled along smoothly thereafter.
Many things we fear are not as bad as the prospect. In retrospect I wish I could hold my fears lighter and not let them interfere with enjoying the moment.