Heavy, with the frame
of a big man through a crowd,
the storms front rolled in,
like horses running wild.
Winds viciously slapped trees,
lifting objects to weak with weight
into the turbulence of
electric clotheslines dancing
and windows rattling
like angry snakes or unburied bones.
Doors yielded to great pushes
by forceful bold gusts and
rusty hinges harmonized with devils
passing without apology.
Roger Singer 