16-06-17

The house trembles.
The rain falls hard.
The wind howls into my window.
It’s been quite some time since we had something like a storm.
The wind howls.
The house trembles, it moves.
A wind-born earthquake.
The green crystal chime bangs against itself. It’s going to smash into my window.
I can taste it, the air on my lungs.
It calls me.
Yet, I stand here, sat.
As the window moves on its rails.
AS the bark of the trees cracks in rhythm.
The wind bears force, strength, but still, I am unable to grasp it.