Tantrum

The wind is having a tantrum. It whines and screams and Howls around the house, Tearing at the shingles, Whacking the roof with branches, Blowing porch chairs into a corner, A loose cushion into a puddle On the next block over. It throws the recycle bin Into the raspberry bushes So cans and bottles litter the yard. It sends trash can covers Skittering across the road To land against the fence. It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks And angrily summons the rain To slash against the windows With little icy pellets and Drive water in under the sill To form a puddle on the floor. Probably tomorrow it will clear, And we’ll all go outside To clean up the debris. But the mischievous, childish wind Will have the last laugh - Because who can punish the wind For the mess it made!