Comforting Storm

She sat and listened to the sound of the storm that raged without compromise outside. It seemed as though any tiny hole in the fabric of the place she called home, was accepted as a passageway for the bitterly cold wind.

With each drop in temperature, the blanket she huddled under came a little closer to her chin, and a little deeper she sunk into her chair.

It was truly wild outside, and yet she found something soothing in the sounds that it made. It helped take her mind away from the feeling of being alone and that she would have normally sought sanctuary within his arms.

Pulling the blanket in tight, she closed her eyes losing herself to the chaos of the storm.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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