This is my second entree. I hope you enjoy it...
2:24 pm Dear Diary,
The wind is crazy. It's raining lightly. Now the trees are swaying, back and forth and side to side. They look like they were struggling to stay up against the powerful wind. There are even less leaves on the trees than before. Right now I'm on top of the heater ,obviously, writing to you. All that's next to me is a small, yellow Ticonderoga pencil and a window. The ground looks like it's made of leaves, the wind is so strong. I'm worried a branch will fall off. Or maybe the power will go out. Who knows.
I'll know in a couple hours when I write again.
Again, I will continue to write more entrees until it's too late too see anything.