Outside, the wind is screaming profanities so loud not even my solidified fortress can keep the sound out. The rain is falling down my skylights almost reluctantly, like not even they want to be part of the storm.  God is pacing, throwing himself around. I can hear his uneasiness booming all around, I can see the flashes of anger in his eyes.
Inside, my fortress is dry, warm, tranquil. It is a safe abode from the frustrations outside the walls. Although I may be safe from God's temper tonight, I have a storm raging inside of me, breaking my ribs and burning my heart. I understand Him, and the need for him to cause such disaster. I am disastrous in my own way. Ripping innocent hearts with my need to feel calm.There is a certain comfort knowing somebody is the feelings the same pain as I am.