When the wind doth blow...

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of our metal bin being thrown hard into our wooden gate. Outside I could hear the howl of the wind resonating the fence. Everything that could move was moving and vibrating, the house sounded like it was about to take off from Kansas and arrive in Oz. We were close to the height of the storm.

I lay in bed deafened by the sounds around me. I could hear the neighbours' wheelie bins vying for position down our street. Debris was toppling and the sound of a bouncing coke can threatened damage to my car.

I opened my eyes. Beside my wife I had three cowering cats; this wasn't a good sign. We are rarely visited by the trio during the night unless something serious was happening; you know, semi-dead animals, strangers in the area etc. I feared it was time to get up.

I slipped out from under the duvet and stumbled to the window groping for the blind and curtain cords in the twilight. The theatre I saw revealed to me matched what I was hearing; chaos from god was before us. I shrugged my shoulders; there was little I could do before morning. I just hoped that no-one was foolish enough to enter the storm from choice; today, was not a good day to die, bed was a far more appealing option.