From+the+Inside+Looking+Out

__ From the Inside Looking Out  __ It is plenty cold out as I sit looking out my window. The rain keeps coming and coming, and everything is getting wetter and wetter as the rain comes down harder and harder.

As the little drops of water come down they hit my windows hard and quick. They seem like they’re just as cold as me and want to come inside to the warmth of my house.

My breath hits the window. It reminds me of how winter is right around the corner, just waiting for its opportunity to turn the ground hard as rock and put its white blanket of snow everywhere. I think my hats and gloves will soon be coming out of their hiding place ready to warm me up. But for now I will put these thoughts away and watch this crazy rain storm.

The trees are whipping wildly in the wind and half hanging over from the weight of the rain.

The grass, on the other hand, is being pounded into the muddy earth waiting for it all to be over. It’s a fight of nature out there and I’m just happy that I’m dry.

It’s too hard to hear anything over the loudness of the rain and wind. It seems like my house will be swept up into the air and blown away. Just like in the Wizard of Oz.

Glad to be inside, I wrap up in a blanket. I close my blinds, shutting me out from the war that has intensified, and walk away.