December 9, 2012

Storm



 
The gusty winter storm blew the branch against his bedroom window continually; a tap-tap-tap sound that was disturbing. The snow was piling up fast. He could hear the icy cold winds howl from where he lay under his blanket. Yet, there was no anger in the storm, it was just a storm that would soon pass and the sun would shine another day. He would remember this and then fall into a deep sleep.

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