The wind swirled outside the pane glass window
Through the dim light of the early morning,
She stared intently at the yard outside.
Leaves blew haphazardly,
As the rain pelted the walkway.
A strong gust of wind swept the trees,
And the branches swayed in the dark gray sky.
Her gaze was focused, as she watched
The swaying of the branches.
She slowly rose,
And stepped away from the window,
Hoping to get a better look.
Her bare feet left wet prints on the floor,
And the wooden planks creaked beneath her bare soles.
The storm seemed to rage even more,
As a thundering boom came from outside.
She stood still and silent,
As the rain continued to fall.
The thunderclaps seemed to shake the ground,
And her eyes became glued to the window.
The wind blew hard, and the branches swayed.
