‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun

‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here ―
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
Who Airs of expectation breathes
And takes the Wind at prime ―
But Distance his Delights confides
To those who visit him ―

Emily Dickinson

Hurricane

'Tis dark like midnight under the Sun (at noon)
If I should spend it here ―
A height is too low above the sun (at midnight)
For the Barometer
Which exhales Airs of expectation
And inhales the strongest Wind―
But it confides up-and-down motion is joyous
To those who observe him ―

Hurricane attacked her hometown. She spends the darkest daytime and the Barometer will show lower pressure at night. But the Barometer enjoys up-and-down motion. So does Emily.