Steam tractors, mudpuppies and the metallic cacophony beyond the bamboo hillside (abnormal creative writing approach #2)

The guideline for the story: It's a rainy, cloudy and fairly quiet day. There's railroad tracks with occasional passing trains, a rooster that crows out down the block and there's metallic chiming going on around the building in the background past the greenery. Picture included down below like in part 1.

Personally I find this approach much more interesting, unpredictable and amusing.

What is an ornithological specimen of agricultural signaling doing in a suburban land? It may be urban but with hints of rural subtlety. If a rooster crows in the warehouse does a crow caw in the care-house? There are steam tractors bucking about as James Dougherty and company stand on the sidewalk admiring their coveralls while minding the manure. I welcome the ringing of the pitchfork and the dawn of the fawn. As it scurried by a Gatorade bottle filled with mud puppies the fawn dreamed of a cucumber served in a white  porcelain bowl with blue trim around the perimeter that was cleaned with dawn dish soap. "The rain is a pain", squawked an old grand folks-man as he gripped his cane with all of his strength. "Last I time I used that much elbow grease is when I bared down on that oil filter", he reminisced. "You might have called me a fibber, but lord as my witness I tell you not so" He continued on down the railroad tracks. Meanwhile over the bamboo hillside a magnetic anomaly yanked the hinges out of the back doors of the beige architecture. Inside a black shadowy hulk attempting to practice choreographed stepping in extreme slow motion paused and looked out the window in response to the metallic cacophony. "First no sunlight glaring through the transparent portion of my wall and now a clamor of a disruptive nature", he said. "For this requires me to engage in such a trick".