A thin moaning whisper, hissing through gaps, sputtering through trees and racing over roof tiles, strumming cables.
Booming and bursting on buildings, howling and roaring onwards. Thuds and thumps peal from fallen bins, clanging gates fire salvos into the night.
The rhythm continues to erratically bang and clunk, knock and pound. A huge throb of air and rain smashing and whirling around, attacking every window with venom.
Tossing and turning, earful of drips, of gaps, of damage.