in the storm

The wind whistles and the trees bow to its song.
The rain collects in a rushing stream, gathering little bits of earth along the way.
And I sit home, warm. Wrapped in light. Safe.
Life goes on within these walls. Washer spinning, dryer fluffing...

I am thankful and disappointed all at once. I love a storm. A storm that calls for board games and gathering close...junk food your only option. Maybe the storm wasn't what I expected... but here we sit, enjoying a Florida snow day, with little breaks of sunshine...