I love the wind!
Even having witnessed
The after effects
Of air gone mad
I still feel
Exhilerated
When the breeze
Picks up,
When I can't wait
To run outside
And turn my face
Into its power.
Perhaps it comes
From an abundance
Of happy childhood memories
Spent in places
Where the wind
Was a constant,
Living thing,
Where each puff of air
Brought adventure
And change.
I really can't say;
But I have no desire
To challenge Mother Nature
For I know what she
Is capable of
And I need no proof
Of her capricousness.
No...
I think,
When all is said and done,
I seek only
To revel in one more aspect
Of her magnificent glory
And to nurture my need
For drama.