Thundering along seemingly without end
the wind roars a steady beat
shaking roofs and houses
blowing squalls at rapid intervals

Day breaks in gunship metal grey
clouds scud along
from southwest to northeast
until a crescendo drowns the scene

Wind never ceasing
as the sheep know to huddle
and folk stay behind doors
lights on all day, both inside and out

Darkness has fallen
was it ever daylight?
hail clatters on windows
their patter lulls to sleep

Awake in the small hours
what's wrong - can't sleep
After a moment it becomes clear
The wind is gone, the squalls have ceased

Day breaks in colours
Not a breath of wind
A blue dome of sky
Unbroken by cloud

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