Storm

Laying in bed as quiet as a mouse
Living in my tiny house
My window shakes rapidly
The wind whistling, hitting it happily
A chill running up my spine
I hope everything will be fine
Another thud hits the side
As the wind starts to ride
This doesn't seem like any other day
This wind is having it's way
Sturring trouble quickly
Breaking buildings swiftly
A Storm! A Storm!
I must run for some sort of safety
This is all way to crazy
I hope everything will be okay..