Snapping, popping, whooshing, gasping, it had roused me with trepidation.
Creaking, stretching, groaning, popping, I had head as I fully adjusted.
I thought to my self, "While it sounds like a fire there's no way it could truly be! Nothing outside could yield such flames with
a torrent that now assails me! For rain with the wind it does fall in great volume and it falls with such a din!"
The thought it had hit me as hard as itself when I
realized where that great sound had truly lain.
That great grandfather oak who grew by
My window had succumbed to that
thunderous voice. A tree of such girth that my arms could never
surround it. The wind twisted
it like a bluebell stem and
mercifully tossed it the
other direction, away
from my family and
I. Oh such force!
It makes me