A stormy wind rattled the scrap-iron in the ruins, whistling and howling through the charred cavities of the Windows.
Others in vessels, bit of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy winds do blow.
So on through all that night; and when, at dawn of the next day, the last of Israel's host set foot upon the other shore, the work of the stormy wind was done.
