Storm Damage

I don’t know about people from the rest of the UK, but where I am based, when we get severe weather warnings, we tend to be quite fortunate in not suffering any severe damage, more just minor inconveniences.

We had some fairly strong winds and rain last night, and this one, based also on my mind and its ability to catastrophise such weather (though part of that may also be due to some severe damage our roof suffered a few years back, though non-weather-related).

A night of driving wind
shaking the windows.
Sleep interrupted by
the thrashing sound of rain
whipping into glass.

Small sounds become
loud crashes in the mind.
I sit, trying to read,
remaining alert
for the sound of falling slate.

Though quite what my
vertigo-infused self
would do, should roof be
stripped bare,
I could not say.

Crashes, smashes, thuds,
I hear them all, picturing
numerous repairs needed
to fix the mess surely brought
by windy havoc.

Eventually sleep comes,
followed by dawn.
I yawn and head to a window
to survey the damage.

As usual, there is none.

Some ornaments strewn,
a bin toppled to one side,
various toys slightly displaced.

It's hardly Katrina.

Space hopper, blown from
it's home in the netting of
my daughter's trampoline
came to rest by trays of
food left for birds.

I wondered what they would
think of it, if it would frighten them
like a plastic-rubber
planet fallen from the sky
alongside their seed.

Alas, they cared not for it

breakfast commenced as usual.

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