the trees rejoice with the wind here

She slipped out of the laundry room door that leads to the outside world like a cat, smoothly making its way into the crisp night. A black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks.. An unwanted bad luck charm. She felt she'd become this as well. An apparition invisible, opaque only to those who chose to see her. She liked it better that way, to be honest. She couldn't sleep for her life. Not now. Not with the sickening anticipation taking up residence in her stomach. She looked up to the velvet dark blue sky and the stars that called it home. So beautiful. she whispered to no one.
The stars, in her opinion, were the watchmen of God. As if he needed them.. but still. Much too beautiful and purposed than to have been thrown up there at random, like a child with glitter and glue. In Adelaide's own opinion. She tip toed as if the world outside would hear if she made one move louder than a mouse's footstep.
The piercing, dagger smiles of men were too much. Which is why she had grown accustomed to the night. Men don't come out at night. Animals do. The dangerous and benign. Night birds screeched their songs, little ground creatures rustled the grass, hurrying for shelter.
Adelaide made her way to the trees behind her dwelling. The ones that lead her astray. Where she found the great cat. Tears sprung in her faded grey, brown eyes. She missed his presence. His comforting pur, the warmth of his great golden coat. The scent of his closeness. She missed it all. And his eyes. The eyes that spoke to her. Not with words, but with feeling. They spoke with intense emotion and feeling. And she left him.   He had come to save her. To show her he loved her. And she couldn't do the same for him. She ran in the dead of night, in the dark where she could not see at all and called him. Hoping he had gotten free. Hoping he would return and nuzzle her face and look at her with those big brown green eyes and show her his love. That he forgave her. That he knew she couldn't do anything and it was okay. She stopped, out of breath and no feeling in her face, tears coursing down it when he didn't come running up to her side. She sat at the base of a great oak and lay her back up against it. Her knees pulled up to her chest, she buried her head in them and cried. Angry tears. Anguished tears. Bitter tears. Her head pounded. Her ears rung. Her eyes burned. She shivered and shook and her teeth chattered. It seemed as if she had arrived at a place where all of the things that go bump in the night reside. Where they vacation from their posts and watch and wait for pathetic souls to come traipsing in their territory. The trees seemed to be a gigantic hand that closed around her. She buried her face in her knees further, listening to the heinous cackling of the nighttime beasts but not for long. She began to hum within herself, a song she loved. As her shaking desisted and her chattering teeth still, she sung in a voice that disrupted all manner of silence. In some cases, silence is necessary. In other's, it is better to disturb it.
The wind seemed to join her, rustling a breeze through the leaves of the trees, creating a rhythm all their own.
The trees rejoice with the wind here, Hallelujah Yeshua.