The wind howls like a lover denied.
First, whispering a plea
Then, a harsher demand
Finally, a howl of rage
Gusts of tears, slashing
It's a cold, gray, rainy day with a screaming wind. Fine day to go do some hand loading, or anything else not outside.
Update: Our roof shingles are humming!
Update to the update: I think one of our dogs just blew away.
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