Following Ma's lead, I share my Sunday.....c/c?

The storm broke at midnight and has not let up. In fact it has grown worse, rain pummeling the metal roof of the house, the porch, and the other buildings on the property. The two windmills in the yard and the field are spinning at an alarming rate, their tails whipping around as the confused wind turns direction again and again. The slant of the rain disregards the porch roof and rushes in from the sides, drenching even the floors up to the house door, while the cats all sit in the window staring out with alarmed and concerned faces. The back porch, though fully enclosed, lets water in from the inadequatly sealed windows and soon the drawers of the cabinets there will splash with the sound of water when opened, but the many bins of wood are dry beneath the lids, all tightly sealed, and the fire place warms me with a reuring heat as it's flames lick the air with greedy tongues. The television murmers softly about serial killers in Daytona, an oddly comforting background noise to the pounding rain-sound on the roof, and I sit at my computer typing away with the hope that power lines will stay up through-out the duration of the storm. Then suddenly silence. The hard fists of rain have become the soft caress of a mother's gentle fingers as snow flurries and skitters to and fro, coating my world in a blanket of muted wind and obscuring the harshness of winter, lulled by it's disguise of soft beauty, I doze.