A frenzy possessed the earth:
I felt that the earth was drowning
In a bubbling cavern of space. I alone—
Smaller than the smallest fly—was alive and terrified.
Then for what reason I know not, I became triumphant
“Well, kill me!” I cried and ran out into the open.
But the storm ceased: the sun spread his wings
And floated serene in the silver pool of the sky.
I put my hands over my face: I was blushing.
And the trees swung together and delicately laughed.

Katherine Mansfield, The Storm.

It’s blustery out.