Blown Away

The wind, it moves me! It creeps through the cracks in the garage, and howls it's way through the attic. It batters the windows, flings the screen door against the house, and bends the trees to it's whims. The swings in the backyard move with it's ghostly hand, as the clouds streak across the sky. We hide in the basement from it's noise, in the cozy space of our couch, cuddled in blankets, watching a movie and eating popcorn. And wait for it to pass.