Growling, howling, prowling,
tugging, tearing, ripping.
Whipping, waves; wild sea horses.
Bending the beeches,
twisting the pines.
No more sleeping ;
too much roaring
water, wind and hail.
Sudden stillness, perfect silence,
starlight, moonlight
eerie quiet.
Snuggle down deeper, wrap tightly the downie,
gale has finally blown itself out!
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Was hoping for respite after two nights of storms but the icy wind suddenly rises from the sea, driving the pregnant clouds inland, spilling the cargo of hail. And then – abrupt silence, stillness, respite from the wind and rain until all at once – it starts all over again! Weather warnings for wind and ice!
thehopefulherbalist 