The sounds outside howl inside. My skull feels a barometric shift and the newscaster says that our State is going to be in big trouble. We pray. We sleep. We wake to the wind and water Intruding. Always a collection of drops forms wild and angry waves for us to evade. The priest says that no one did anything wrong because like children we seek to find out who's to blame. We huddle together and wish the best even for those whom we don't like. Their lives mean majesty. Another day. The roof held! Our tiny world held its shape. We live. Blue jays are in the oak arguing about the breeze.