Winds rasp as they build up pace
Rattling through passage, any open space
Rattling chains and swirling sticks
Rattling nerves and primitive instincts
Rubbing up and down this way or t’other
Pranking letterboxes, moving covers
Rain soaks legs that planned for better
Coats and brollies make them wetter
All bar none escape the caper
‘Part from those who stay in ‘til later!

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