When they have their hammer in their hand, wrought iron workers build up their courage by telling themselves stories. For extra efficiency, many of them do so in Morse code and by alternating heavy and light blows of the hammer lend rhythm to their work.
On stormy evenings, the wrought iron workers come lurking around the public gardens and parks for which they made the gates. They hope that the gale will set them beating in a series of heavy and light blows, thereby enabling them to hear the end of the stories they never got round to finishing.