The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low —
He threw a Menace at the Earth —
A Menace at the Sky.
The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees —
And started all abroad
The Dust did scoop itself like Hands
And threw away the Road.
The Wagons quickened on the Streets
The Thunder hurried slow —
The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak
And then a livid Claw.
The Birds put up the Bars to Nests —
The Cattle fled to Barns —
There came one drop of Giant Rain
And then as if the Hands
That held the Dams had parted hold
The Waters Wrecked the Sky,
But overlooked my Father’s House —
Just quartering a Tree —
I think this poem describes a vicious storm like a tornado. The wind begins, it changes to a low roar, everything is blown about, people scurry for shelter, the thunder and lightning come and then the rain. My grandmother always said that when it started to rain that all danger of the storm was for the most part over. That is what this poem says to me. I liked it.