The trees are blowing in the wind.
The leaves shaking and falling.
The raindrops pound against my window.
The beat is hard and steady.
The lightening flickers through the sky.
The brightness is shocking and alluring.
The thunder pounds through the earth.
The force threatens to tremble my surroundings.
All of this is Nature’s work.
The inevitable part of living in her world.
Yet here I lay in my room,
Unharmed by her fury.
Just warm enough with my blanket.
Just cool enough with the morning air.
I lay peacefully in my room,
Listening to the orchestra of chaos around me.