The storm

 I am the wind. I am the storm
I am the battle cry
I am the weather warning
The clouds within the sky

I am mislodged front gate
The plastic chairs aloft
I am the reason why
there is leaking in the loft

I am the empty wheelie bins
that rolls off down the hill
I am the flapping open lid
its contents I do spill

I am that missing tramoline
that spins around quite far
It only stopped because it hit
your neighbours brand new car!