Shaking the house, like a predator finally catching its prey and shaking the last bit of life from it,  the wind pounds on the walls of my home attempting to loosen me from my safe place.  It is relentless.  It throws water from the sky attempting to penetrate the walls that surround me.  It is stubborn.  It steals the electricity from my dwelling, disconnecting me from the outside world.    It is adamant about its desire to reach me.