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used to lull me to sleep with ease until I listened to it alone one night and it made me want to weep. My children were spending the night away and I was home all alone when early morning a storm came up with a wind that wailed and moaned. Lightning blazed across the sky in a bright relentless display; the thunder vibrated the walls and made my insides shake. The wind had a steady whimpering sound that could not be drowned by the rain. The tone was eerie and lonely resembling someone in pain. Like the cry of a small child awakening from sleep in alarm; scared, frightened and all alone and needing his mother's arms. Or the cry of someone far away filled with loneliness and pain perhaps from the loss of a loved one and their tears were the falling rain. Why was the wind so different tonight and its wailing bothering me so? The crying in the wind was coming from within as my own fear of being alone. |
