It's wicked fierce tonight,
outside and in.
I listen to the wind as it tears apart the trees,
their branches lashing out in the darkness,
striking everything in reach with devastating blows.
The debris becomes a hail of whirling missiles,
spinning through the night.
Rain thunders against the steel roof,
overwhelming the gutters,
falling in cascading streams that swirl,
washing away the earth,
uprooting and drowning the spring flowers before they bloom.
Lightning cleaves the sky,
the house shudders with the force.
Ah, but it's so peaceful out there compared to how it is in here.
I long for that kind of peace.