Neighbor's windmill rapidly spins.
Back gate swings hard open.
The lightweight subject to the rule of blustery blasts.
I watch from inside.
Seeing the effects of invisible gusts.
I hear the howling winds.
Unfriendly. Strong. Orotund.
I view weather from insulated walls.
Safely shielded and kept.
God is as my house in tempestuous weather.
He secures, protects, buffers.
He is my refuge.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.