The wind begun to rock the grass Emily Dickinson

The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low
He threw a Menace at the Earth
A Menace at the Sky

The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees
And started all abroad
The Dust did scoop itself like Hands
And threw away the Road

The Wagons quickened on the Streets
The Thunder hurried slow
The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak
And then a livid Claw

The Birds put up the Bars to Nests
The Cattle fled to Barns
There came one drop of Giant Rain
And then as if the Hands

That held the Dams had parted hold
The Waters Wrecked the Sky
But overlooked my Father's House
Just quartering a Tree