The Wind and the Rain

At first a gentle breeze,
then the rains came down
"Let's clean things up,"
the rain said and the breeze
became violently agreeable

The wind picked up the brush
And scrubbed the houses first
ripped off fllimsy insulation
flinging it over the yards and
on the road, now becoming a
fast-moving river.

Trash barrels and their covers
floated by the window, as I
watched. Birds were not afraid.
The leaning and swaying branches
gave them safe shelter, though
maybe a bit rocky -- but the tree
wasn't going anyplace and they knew it.

Through, they tossed the brush into
the rushing water, and I mean brush!
Lots of it.