Eight Poems Of Emily Dickinson: 2. There Came A Wind Like A Bugle

The wind began to blow like a trumpet.
It made the grass shiver, and the summer heat went suddenly cold beneath an uneasy green light.
We hurried to close the windows and doors, as if we were trying to keep a bright green ghost out of the house.
The very second we got the house closed up, the rain began to rattle down, making a thrilling, dangerous sound like the end of the world itself.
A surreal crowd of trees that seemed to gasp for breath, fences running away from their usual spots, and rivers where houses used to be: that's what people who were alive on the day of this storm saw.
Up in the wind-battered church tower, the bell rang wildly as if to give news of the storm.
Isn't it amazing how much change and uproar can come and go while leaving the world itself unaltered?