It’s coming

The wind is howling. Lights are flickering and now their dem. It’s coming. The dog is panting heavily from under our bed. It sounds like the monster from under my childhood bed. Peak out side into the darkness. There goes a bucket will have to remember to get it out from under my car in the morning. Husband clinging to the radio yelling about hail and wind, Tornado watches, Sever Storm Warnings. It’s coming.