she will sit and watch the water ripple ripple ripple against the shore and she will listen to the wind talking to the trees and she will not scratch and she feels how the trees surroundingthough not really pleased shes therestill , they somehow reach her , reach through her , doing their best to comfort her , to still the beating pulse , to soothe the burning , and the little padded door seems to hold the storm at bay but she has no idea for how long , or if the trees are going to grow tired of keeping the storm at bay .