The Wind Delights In Waking Me

The wind shook me out of my comfort bed. I hear her, but I pretended to sleep For I know how much delight she takes in waking me. She blew in the window and rearranged some papers. One fell on the floor and laughed at her. My belongings are fearless, and so am I. Angry now, because she was mocked and laughed at, wind ran home, steaming mad. She returned five hours later with the rest of her family. They blew the roof off my house, and they blew my truck down the hill. It landed in the outhouse, which will be fun later.