It is midnight.
The dogs are crying.
I have been hearing the winds
blow since quite a long amount of time.
They are blowing too loudly.
They are moving so rapidly
that I can feel them
as I hear their movement.
The dogs can’t stop barking.
Maybe, because the weather is so chilly.
The sound of the winds
has increased in its intensity.
There is a storm outside,
as I observe the weather in the moment.
Maybe, the winds are indicating that today
something major is going to happen in my life.