N ow the storm takes the weather vane on top of your roof and sends the vane spinning so quickly that it gets dizzy and forgets which way the wind is blowing. T hen a nasty gust of wind grabs the washing from the line and makes it dance a merry jig before it throws the washing down upon the dampened ground. Sometimes the wind discovers an unlatched window. Then before you know it, the blustering wind rushes into the room and rifles through the papers on the desk. Then it takes a big breath and blows everything in sight.
L ike the magazines on the table.
O r the curtains or the cat. I t dashes around the room looking for trouble, until someone hurries in and forces the wind out by closing the window. F inally, the storm gets bored with your home and with a deep rumble of thunder, it orders the wind to move down the road and try someone else's house. T hen, once it's all over and the wind is long gone, the storm sometimes feels bad about scaring you and cries tears of gentle rain that sprinkle the grass, water the garden, and wash your house clean.