The Stone Shelter

A thunderstorm rolled through and, as is my wont, I shut down and unplugged.  I stretched out to rest and listen to the sound of the marble sized hail being blown against the windows by the sixty mile per hour wind gusts and faded off to sleep.

I awoke just a bit ago, stiff and sore and a little achy (which isn't unusual for either stormy weather or long sleeps when they do happen).  And could still hear some of the music that haunted my dreams under the forty and fifty mile per hour winds (no hail though).