feeling the storm

I’m resisting the urge to crawl inside my closet with a pillow and hunker down for the night. 

We were under a tornado watch all evening, and now we’re just the victim of 40-50mph winds.  But I live in a tin box, basically, and my house is shaking, shaking, shaking.  The windows are rattling, the roof is making creaky noises, and the head of my bed (where Ben and I sleep) is directly under a big window.  I’m flinching everytime I big gust goes blowing through, terrified the window is going to shatter all over Ben and I. 

I just don’t like weather.  I’m not scared of much, but I have an extremely healthy dose of fear and respect for all the things Mother Nature can dish out.  Weather is chaos – it is uncontrollable and unflinching, and you have only the basic recourse against it: take shelter and pray. 

Wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t black as spades outside.  The power was out when I got home from class, and has since been restored, but it’s still after ten p.m.  I can’t exactly take a peek out the front door to see if a tornado is bearing down on us. 

I know everything’s going to be just fine.  I’m just anxious to get through the night, with what little sleep I’ll end up with. 

Morning can’t come soon enough.