The Angry Wind
How the Angry Wind ROARS!
It tears the last few leaves
from groaning trees,
It twists and it turns and it
SLAMS loose doors,
It drags great grey waves up
from bubbling seas, then
SMASHES them down against
terrified shores!
It finds paper and rubbish and
FLINGS it around, then
SQUASHES tall grasses flat
on the ground!
With heavy paws it SWIPES at birds
that try to fly and
CHASES frightened clouds
across a darkening sky!
It tugs at your hair and tries to
RIP it out, then bends and
shakes and shouts:
I AM THE KING WHEN I’M ABOUT!
Then it STINGS your face as it
sharpens its claws:
How the Angry Wind ROARS!
It THROWS little boats up like
corks in a puddle,
Finds every corner where
children huddle,
It crouches, it POUNCES and
SNARLS again and
To a trembling earth it
SPITS its rain!