There was a big fuss during the week about a storm.
Naturally they had to give it a name [Amy or Ava or something] and give it a colour code. There were dire warnings about how we would all be killed by falling trees and power lines if we so much as set foot outside our door.
By evening, their storm had passed and the wind was down to a whisper. Then they decided to cut our power! Had the lines been brought down by the calm? We’ll never know.
It was dark so I had to feel my way through the house to find a torch. I then discovered the oil-lamp was out of oil so I had to brave the falling trees and power lines and fill the lamp from the oil tank in the back yard. I battled my way against the slight breeze back into the kitchen.
With a bit of trouble I finally managed to light the lamp. The instant the lamp lit, the power came on. I swear they were having a laugh.
It’s windy again today, but they never warned me in advance. There wasn’t a whisper. Today’s wind to the best of my knowledge has no name nor colour; it is anonymous.
And this nameless wind has just torn a six inch diameter branch off one of my finest trees and it is now hanging on by a splinter. Chain-saw time!
And on top of that the front gate has torn its hinges out of the gate post so no one can get in or out without physically lifting the damn thing.
Fucking nameless wind!