Raging War

The gentle wind that was blowing a couple of hours back was soothing and relaxing. It warmed up my soul when I took a short walk. Gradually, the wind picked up speed and strength and started blowing harder and harder.

The chime on my door knocks the door a million times, the doors opening to the patio rattle, the vibration of the wind I feel on the window sill.

This war has been going on for quite sometime. And, from within the quiet confines of my haven I observe this mutely.

Now who is stronger, the wind or the building?