The wind has been overwhelming,
Breaking things without consideration of value.
I can hear it trying to pull our house apart,
Though I try to reassure myself otherwise.
Now it's dark and I hear a squeal,
An unpleasant whine hidden under the sound of rattling windows.
I am uneasy and it is persistent.
The more i hear the less I can pretend.
For a second there was silence,
And comfort settled in.
I guess it was just the wind whistling,
Nothing more.
There wasn't anything to worry about,
Our family was safe.
Then ever so faintly I heard the cry,
But the wind had stopped.
It grew and grew till it was unmistakable,
There would be