Shooting the Breeze

It's windy out there, and our old garden chair just went flying across the veranda it flew over the wall with a bag and a ball and lodged in the old jacaranda. then out in the street you can't keep your feet it blows you all over the place I turned round to see something heading for me and got an old boot in my face so I'm going inside, to drink tea and hide till the wind has gone into recess then when it's all done, and we see the sun I can go out and clean up the mess