I have friends in areas that are being devastated by tornadoes and hail and all the other extreme weather and I went to bed praying for their safety. I don't know if it made me hypersensitive to the weather outside my own window or if it really was as crazy as it sounded.
It is, at last, warm enough to throw my bedroom window wide and I did so as I got into bed last night. It was very windy and the wind chimes were chiming and I fell asleep, soothed, as I often do.
Not very much later, the wind took a strange turn in character. It was more violent, angry, swooping and swooshing with whip-like cracks. I lay there listening and very much awake. Eventually I decided my nerves were no longer being soothed by the tinkling of the chimes, rather, every last nerve was on edge as the were slashed at into cacophony by the belligerent wind.
I finally got out of bed, stomped downstairs, out the door and laid the stupid things on the ground. Thinking of the coyotes that were stalking about just the other evening, I ran hell bent for leather back into the house only just keeping Percy Jackson from whipping out the door. Feet cold and wet, heart racing, I adjusted the windows and got back in bed.
I don't know what time is was that I finally got to sleep. What I do know, is that I decidedly did not get enough sleep. And the wind is still storming. I am thankful I am not hearing tornado sirens or live in an area with such dangers and my heart is with my friends who do. I am thankful to find the humor in the weather here even while I keep my friends in prayer.