Discourse After a Storm

This one requires further explanation, I suppose. After the storm, a good sized stone statue was blown away from my mother's pebble garden (now filled with water to become my Sidewalk Sea) several feet out into the yard. He was on his side, in front of him were many tall, jagged sticks from the trees and birds examining the sticks. I decided to write his perspective on what was going on after the storm happened.