The Wind is a Horrible Thing.Mature

Harsh gusts smack my face, leaving

The skin red and raw. The

Wind is a horrible thing.

It’s haunting laugh sounds as it pushes

Others over and takes their things.

The wind is a horrible thing.

 

It pulls at my hair

And makes my eyes water.

The wind is a horrible thing.

It freezes my bones

And redden my nose.

The wind is a horrible thing.

 

Screeching and screaming,

It lets out its war cry.

The wind is a horrible thing.

Clashing and bashing,

It attempts to get in.

The wind is a horrible thing.

 

It rips up roots

And breaks apart buildings.

The wind is a horrible thing.

It chases umbrellas and smashes windows.

The wind is a horrible thing.

 

Round and round it spins,

Destroying everything in its path.

The wind is a horrible thing.

It rages and roars,

Pushing over bins.

The wind is a horrible thing.

 

The untameable spirit twists and turns,

Loudly screaming for all to hear.

The wind is a horrible thing.

It gives us life

And then rips it from us.

The wind is a horrible thing.

The End

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