Ramblings from the porch

I watched from my chair on the porch as the branches of the maple tree swayed back and forth above the wooden posts that lined the deck.  The breeze had a sudden chill that brushed against my face.  It had awoken me from my nap.  The dark clouds were moving ever so slowly, but their effect could already be felt.  I listened as the birds chirped their warning to each other that a storm was approaching.  In the background I could hear the tingling of the wind chime nearby as the silver metal forks danced in the breeze.