A Howling Wind

I was lying in a bed in a shack, and I could hear strong winds whipping through the wallboards. The roof boards were rattling in the wind, and I could hear the wind howling outside. I tried to block the sounds out with my pillow, but they were getting louder. I tried moving under my bed, but the wind continued to shake the structure. I cried out, and it all stopped. I got up and moved to the window, and I looked out and saw very dark clouds rolling quickly toward me. I look at the shack I am in, and it seems smaller and even less sturdy. I can hear thunder and I see flashes of lightning, and I can hear rain start to patter on the tin roof of the shack. I climb under my bed again and wait for the storm to pass. I can feel the structure shaking, swaying, and creaking. I begin to wonder if it will be able to withstand the force of the storm.