daisychain

The wind

 

The wind howled, shrieked, whistled and roared

as I lay in my bed

 

The windows rattled, shook and gasped at the wind's ferocity

 

The cat cowered, huddled on the bedcovers

frightened as a mouse

 

And in the all-encompassing darkness

we succumbed to the storm and waited.



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