Roaring like a lion.
Two nights in a row I have been awakened in the middle of the night with wind that sounded like a freight train running through the house.
Two nights of laying in bed wondering if a tree will fall on the house, or the tarp covering the leak in the roof will blow off and end up somewhere else in the county.
Two nights of hearing the whistling of the wind as it flies past the corner of the house in swirling chaos.
Two nights of hearing pine cones and branches bouncing off the room. Two nights of listening to the rain. Two nights of staring at the ceiling as I listen to things go crash and bump in the night.
Two nights of not as much sleep as I would like.
My only solace?
Two more wake ups and I’ll be enjoying the sun in AZ and the popping of balls in gloves and the cracking of bats.
But for now, the stormy PNW will continue to keep me awake for portions of the night.