The wind howls, wind chimes ring and birds make a racket. It is cold outside…

The wind howls, wind chimes ring and birds make a racket.
It is cold outside the wind cuts through your soul and your jacket. 

The sky looks grey and cold like it has no life.
But at least we still have each other to live without strife. 

As the wind chimes ring to break the feelings and sound of freezing.
I look up to God and say, “Amen”, because all of this became pleasing.