And it Rains, Again

The rain is coming down heavily. There is a constant sound of raindrops falling onto our roof. And then, like in waves, when a strong gust of wind comes through, the noise gets a lot louder.

I’m warm, curled up in my blanket in the bed. The window next to me is open, so I feel the fresh and cool air and hear the dripping of rain from the window.

Another gust comes through. I can hear it from far as it moves across the trees in the forest. When the branches in the canopy begin to move I know, only seconds later it will have reached us in our trailer.

But we’re safe. And warm.

Inside.