Three o'clock in the morning and the wind is sweeping through the neighborhood causing quite a stir. It is loud and rough exploding through the pine trees on the side of the house. It is impossible to sleep with such a magnificent presence swirling past the windows. So much energy in the night air. I rise and steal quietly downstairs as the rest of the household is, remarkably, sound asleep.
Heavy rain is now falling, splashing and crashing against the whole house. I can see shadows dancing across the deck and down into the yard, shadows in the shapes of tree branches. It really is a marvelous sight and a thrilling sound. Listening and watching the night storm, solitary but not alone. So much energy in the night air.