The storm comes in with curling swell,
Its curling strength upcurling well.
Some trees curl down while others snap;
Long waves curl up a high white cap!
The gulls now wheel and scream delight
To feel the storm’s whole curling might.
Then suddenly the whole thing’s past,
And Blackie snuffs the long wet grass.
Now sun does burst, and blaze and shine,
And this fair drama, it is mine!