Gale Force

A howling gale is roaring through, Southwesterly, she grew and grew. From balmy airs and clear blue skies, She gathered herself for our demise. Overnight she gathered her tremendous force, and channelled herself on her headlong course. There's no escape from her raging whine, as she howls and screams up our coastline. Ships heave - to in the lee of the land, while birds hide deep in the timberland. They know there's little they can do, until she blows herself out and passes through. Meanwhile trees crack with horrendous noise, the torn off limbs are brutalised. They fill the streets and cause distress, hampering motorists in their progress. Tomorrow she'll be gone, like another bad dream, leaving heads to shake, as folk start to clean. Reflecting how it could be worse, their optimism not quite dispersed.