Chastizement of Early morning
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The Wind is furious tonight
Blasting against the Apartment
Careening down from the Berkeley Hills
Sucking its cheeks with rage

The very doors rattle in their settings
It assaults my sleep, waking me with the sounds
of an angry burglar at the back door,
a drunken guest on the porch.

Silence gives way to volimnous screeching
from every crook and cranny of the house
sharp claws of wind yank at every opening
dragging along the glass
clamoring like an angry mob for admittance
Like a thousand voices whispering in fury
It cracks like lightening,
and I wonder that the Walls themselves
don't split open
to grant it entry.

The windows are afraid,
the whole building cowers,

a child petrified 
before the rage of an angry parent