The whipping wind rose up, whistling wildly,
street talking in gusty bellows,
wiping the smile's off many a face,
the rain began pitter pattering
turning into a song and river dance,
overflowing banks barging in uninvited,
slimily surging, wrenching clenched fists,
kid gloves cross examined, found guilty
strewn to one side

Passing trees still hugged by hangers on
fleeing to unknown destinations,
journeying to catch hold of
tangled objects, hoping for a
foothold, borrowed from someone's backyard,
lost faces wiped clean of courage
smarting from the warping gale
telling false tales until too late
To save themselves