Another storm

The wind is howling, raindrops spattering against the window. The windchimes playing havoc, loudly, the big ones at the back of the house and the medium ones under the trees at the side.
The small, tinkly ones have gone, flown away at some point during the past couple of months, probably the same day that the rocking chair fell over again and the left-outside flip-flops went dancing across the deck, tripping and twirling and scaring the dog.

I hope the fish are cosy under the ice. I promise to make the pond better once spring arrives.