The Wind

Swirling, heaving, roaring it moves
Whipping up all feelings in a frenzy of undiluted anger
Nothing is safe, all are at risk
It leaves no eyewitnesses
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be contained
Free to move as it chooses
Over hill and over mountain it races
Its tendrils reach into every crack and crevice
When its fury is spent and it sinks exhausted into a ungrateful submission
It is not finished - no it is never finished
It's waiting for another chance...

Then its away!!!!!!!!!!