My feet start shivering,
my body starts to vibrate.
The thought that anything can happen! 
the thought that I might be homeless,
the thought that someone might disappear,
the thought that my roof might fly. 
The wind a siren, school out 
the tree leaves making horror sounds
Sometimes when it rains 
I want to be dead for that moment.
Sometimes when it rains
I think of Mars, none life planet.