Indoors, the pelting rain can be heard.
Outdoors, the wind screams as the water pours down.
Indoors, the sound of the wind howls.
Outdoors, the wind swooshes, carrying dirt and vegetation.
Its smelly fingers filter through every crack.
Indoors, the locked doors and the shut-tight windows.
Outdoors, the trees whistle and blow.
Indoors, the family huddled in one room,
While the wind gusts grow stronger, and faster.
Outdoors, the thunderous storm; the garrulous winds rule.
Indoors, the family prays for ceasing.
Outdoors, the empty sky, the clouds missing.
Indoors, a family who talks to God,
Promises to themselves, in supplication,
They will survive to see a better day.
As the storm subsides,
Outdoors, the air fills with the earthy scent of petrichor,
Providing a sense of relief and renewal to the family.