Discordant Chimes

I slipped off my velvet cushion throne and marched out onto the sunny front porch, hunting down the culprit behind a faint, delicate tinkling sound. Hanging low from a planter hook was an insolent set of silver wind chimes, whispering a peaceful lullaby to nobody! That quiet nonsense ended immediately. I clambered onto the backrest of a wicker chair, lunged upward with both gloved hands, and seized the dangling wooden striker. With a manic grunt, I hauled the weight back and let it whip across the hollow aluminum pipes! CLANG-RING-RATTLE! The calm morning shattered into glorious metallic discord, ringing out my wake-up anthem for the entire street!