A very windy day

I love a blustery day, and today was certainly one.  I watched my clothes twist and tangle on the clothesline, Charlotte and I ran from the car to the grocery store, gripping our flapping jackets, and now that it's night we can hear the wind moaning and groaning outside the house.

All day long I was reciting in my head this poem by Christina Rossetti:

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.