How the wicked wind comes charging to the fight
The bellows of the wall thru windows shuttered tight
A breathless house and sleepless night
From the farther pond to oaks beyond the mill
The leaves have stripped away, the branches never still
A thunderhead looms o'er the hill
Silver blaze of light illuminates the black
The rolling of the clouds, the thunder's chilling snap
The weathervane is turning back
Shelter for the garden from the apple tree
A shelter for the stray cat underneath the eave
But fear finds no shelter in me