In bed, Storm Darragh wakes me
Blustering down the chimney
Rattling window panes, and
Disturbing creaky doors

I picture leaves outside,
Spinning, like tossed salad,
Awakened with a dousing
Of nocturnally sprinkled rain.

Is that the sound of waltzing
Wheelie bins joining plastic
Bags in promenading
Gracefully around the lawn?

I worry walls might join
The dance, with flirting fence
panels. rockin’ and rollin’
To the rhythm with wild abandon

And as the show crescendos,
Car sirens sound in rapture
And trees applaud, their branches
Bowed in adoration.

It was a noisy night last night! Thankfully, all was ok when the morning came.
(06.12.24)

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