I hear the wind murmuring and then it rushes up to shake the house, rattle the panes and proclaim its presence. But I am safe inside.

I love the wind of Spring when you shed your jacket and feel it tousle your hair. But in the dark now it is a wild dragon and I wonder what I will see by the sunrise.

Across the area children awaken and are soothed. Sleepless souls reach out for comfort. Confused cats watch the bending branches thru the window and then bored with the show wander off to sleep.

The limbs of the trees dance to the beat. The power lines sway. Listen to the melody. It is a concerto.

The sleepy wind tires of its tantrum and resumes breathing. All is well. Safely rest. God is nigh!