824 br br [first version] br br The Wind begun to knead the Grass— br As Women do a Dough— br He flung a Hand full at the Plain— br A Hand full at the Sky— br The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— br And started all abroad— br The Dust did scoop itself like Hands— br And throw away the Road— br The Wagons—quickened on the Street— br The Thunders gossiped low— br The Lightning showed a Yellow Head— br And then a livid Toe— br The Birds put up the Bars to Nests— br The Cattle flung to Barns— br Then came one drop of Giant Rain— br And then, as if the Hands br That held the Dams—had parted hold— br The Waters Wrecked the Sky— br But overlooked my Father's House— br Just Quartering a Tree— br br [second version] br br The Wind begun to rock the Grass br With threatening Tunes and low— br He threw a Menace at the Earth— br A Menace at the Sky. br br The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— br And started all abroad br The Dust did scoop itself like Hands br And threw away the Road. br br The Wagons quickened on the Streets br The Thunder hurried slow— br The Lightning showed a Yellow Beak br And then a livid Claw.