The gale whistled and shrieked

furiously around the chimney-pots.

The sea roared then crashed on the shingle

where the pebbles clinked and clanked.

The branches tap-tapped against the window-panes

like ghostly fingers left out in the cold.

The door creaked and the hinges squeaked

as they tried to get into the warmth.

The hedgerow rustled and the trees soughed.

The iron gate clanged and the   wind bells chimed.

The flaming fire spit and sparked,

the puppy whimpered and a lone dog barked.

She sat there like a small silent mouse.

It would have been earsplitting

if she  hadn't been stone deaf.