The Emerging Storm

The Emerging Storm We danced out before the storm my pups eager and worried we walked in the rustling grasses tree leaves whispering to the early winds  then the rushing air and the sky drumming  the crows watched cawing from the pines the birds chirped and swore as the wind began to roar the trees swayed and beat against each other limbs,   near the thundering waves of East Cliff Drive the ocean whipped its greenish hue into white foam there is thumping on the roof now the birds grow quiet hiding in the bushes and there is moaning, and the fearful snapping of the boughs oh the howling winds  myself and the dogs now silent in the house  watching from the most distant space