The Howling Wind

When the high wind is howling I stand near the cottage at the top of the cliff Listening to the water as it crashes against the rocks. I feel a sense of calm, even though I hear the sound of water around me. When the high wind is blowing, The snow beats against the window pane, Making it nearly impossible to struggle against the force of the wind. People are trying to make their way to their destinations. When the high wind is howling, I awake from a deep relaxing sleep and find--- I was dreaming all this while. Out side all is quiet and the night is dark. I return to my peaceful sleep