Holding on as the wind whiped through the village.. She screamed for the child that couldn't hear her. Her arms grew weak.. Her cheeks bled.. Her eyes closed.. The child hid beneath clothes.. She heard the screams.. She heard the roof being torn off The House.. In only a matter of minutes Her shelter would be no more.. Fingernails broke as she slid From the trees grasp. She slid along the ground, Hitting a hard brick wall. She gasped for air.. She felt a hand touch her cheek.. She turned to see the child. They would die together, She thought as the wind finally Subsided. She sighed, as they held each other. She looked to the sky, The sun was returning. Tears fell down her cheeks. Devistation came upon the village, And yet.... She turned in circles, with the childs Hand in hers. They were alive.