Low pressure

A low pressure sweep
I heard it on the news
It said: "Lock the doors
step back and snooze"
so the low pressure punch
Pulled people from morning to lunch
Up into marbled sky
Still sleeping
Still slowed
And roused them to rise
From the scarred and wry
With an omnipresent flowing sigh
Then benefactor wind
whisping through
whisping through
Pushed them back in
Into their homes
onto their beds
Grins growing in their heads