Violent Ways

All alone by this window I sit.
Witnessing the storm.
Listening to the sounds of war before me.
A flash of light...Crash!!!
The window shakes.
Winds howl sending shivers down my spine.
Rain pelting on all that we hold dear.
The substance of life, punishing its dependants.
No escape, a prisoner, trapped in the line of fire.
Such a vicious way to promote life.