The wind is howling like a monster
Longing to be freed,
It groans
Like heavy duty machinery
Aching after intense labour,
In the distance a Door slides open,
Only to be gently swung shut
With a distant thud.
Above me water is trickling
off the roof in a constant stream
running off as sweat beads roll off human skin.

Silence envelops.

The only sounds
A distant snore and
The hollowing echo of an empty paint tin
Dancing in the breeze
Then,
Suddenly
The wind attacks once more
Battering the windows,
Rain pellets down as a thunderous torrent of bullets.
We are under attack from the elements,
Yet nobody seems to notice,
Nobody seems to understand.