The wind begun to rock the grass <br />With threatening tunes and low,-- <br />He flung a menace at the earth, <br />A menace at the sky. <br /> <br />The leaves unhooked themselves from trees <br />And started all abroad; <br />The dust did scoop itself like hands <br />And throw away the road. <br /> <br />The wagons quickened on the streets, <br />The thunder hurried slow; <br />The lightning showed a yellow beak, <br />And then a livid claw. <br /> <br />The birds put up the bars to nests, <br />The cattle fled to barns; <br />There came one drop of giant rain, <br />And then, as if the hands <br /> <br />That held the dams had parted hold, <br />The waters wrecked the sky <br />But overlooked my father's house, <br />lust quartering a tree.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-begun-to-rock-the-grass/
