I Wake Slowly

I wake slowly
The winds rushing past like an angry thought
The rain battering the glass like tiny fingers
Drumming across the clear surface I listen for noises
The low rumble of things moving
The harsh clattering of small sharp objects raised up by the wind
Will the trees fall?
Will the roof lift?
I burrow into the bedclothes then lift my head up straining to
hear
To absorb the strength of the storm
There is no thunder
No lightening
Only the wind
Moving like some strange creature across the sky
The shifting air like its clothes catching on the trees
It passes so slowly I want it to leave
Stop battering my windows
Let me sleep
Let me alone