An attempt to pathetic fallacy - pathetic as in empathy

J. W. M. Turner. Snow Storm: Steamboat at a Harbour's Mouth

Tumultuous winds were blowing outside, and although I was indoors, supposedly safe from any harm, I hardly felt safe sitting by the fireplace. I could hear the wind howling it's way down the chimney and dancing with the red flames in the fireplace below. I stared at them in fear, as if hypnotized, whilst rang in my ears the banging of the wind against the window panes. And all the while, the light in the room was continuously flickering.

Could the frail roof of my country cottage stand the weight of such a storm? I hoped so, because it happened I was beneath it.

I then fell into a state of dizziness, as a snow storm was being stirred up amongst the winds and dark clouds. And suddenly I found myself engulfed in the raging storm, but no sound came to me, just complete silence. I was high above the ground, high above my small cottage, however I felt safe with the wind whirling around me, and from there I could seize the whole beauty of the scene.

And then the storm withered away and I awoke in my armchair. The remaining embers of the fire lay glowing in the hearth, providing the only light in the room other than the awakening sun, lighting up the small room with dawn. And looking through the window, I saw the usual sight of green hills and elm trees covered in a golden light.