May Sisters’ Challenge; Minor (damage)

Oh! The precious stones that hid, – the flowers that gazed around them

(after the flood Arthur Rimbaud)

It could have been a lot worse. The storm we had yesterday inflicted only minor damage. It was not the end of the world in spite of what Chicken-Licken might have thought. Or me for that matter.

The sky is falling,
I saw it with my own eyes
I heard it with my own ears
and a piece of it fell on my head