Noises in the night

Last night there was a massive wind storm. As I lay in bed, not sleeping, I listened to the many strange sounds. The wind blew like rumbling thunder; the front gate swung, sounding like a cello; and the intermittent rain was like gnomes stampeding across the roof. Eventually I fell back to sleep, but my dreams were still dramatic and disjointed. So the noise of the storm was the cause of and entertainment during a sleepless night.