Around Weather-Ing Heights

I Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds - Under the weather when weather is artic One least expects this clime in the tropics His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his knees The spiders, sparrows, and starlings cohabiting hear, "LORD, please - Save my roof. I can't afford to lose mine." By degrees The winds cease; the man remains on his knees For the rain is heard in sleets, sheets of water Welcome for fauna and flora ... do they feel an aura? A man who once knew God as Friend, had then turned - Like Grandfather in Spyri's Heidi story, on everyone Gone up on the mountain, monk-like, beyond year 1 Rarely came down among people and provision Surviving all kinds of weather with few books and Bible A small radio, and no other luxuries, but a kettle That whistled its witness: weathering heights again! Among eagles and kites (and a beloved peregrine)