The
gusty winter storm blew the branch against his bedroom window continually; a
tap-tap-tap sound that was disturbing. The snow was piling up fast. He could
hear the icy cold winds howl from where he lay under his blanket. Yet, there
was no anger in the storm, it was just a storm that would soon pass and the sun
would shine another day. He would remember this and then fall into a deep
sleep.
