Blistering summer days, when the sun gives his widest grin.
When sweat is dripping down your back and chin.
The wind is a sweet, charming lady, who rushes to soothe,
she blows gentle, soft, caressing and smooth.
What a relief, what a wonderful balm,
the wind aims to please, she tries to calm.
the itching, burning sweaty eyes and bodies
She tries to transport you to an air conditioned lobby.
On other days, when the rain god is out,
Showering us and laughing with his thunderous shouts.
The wind is his ally, his friend in arms.
she blows mischievous, adds an element to the storms.
A small prank here, a practical joke there,
She likes to bluster, she likes to scare.
She is just playing with you, she means no harm.
With her friend, the rain god arm in arm.
In the icy peaks of the handsome mountains,
Where the snow and ice are all-surrounding.
The wind, sometimes, is the frigid, cold woman,
Biting at you, stinging your skin, making your limbs wooden.
She will want to take small bites of your skin,
Will try her best to wriggle her way in.
It is better to be completely covered and protected,
Snow suit, goggles, thermals will make you feel less tormented.
Oh ! But then if you want to see her in all her glory,
when she is in her peaks of anger and fury.
Hurricanes, gales, tornadoes and cyclones.
She is a very angry woman, out to break your bones.
She is like a wronged woman, out for revenge,
very difficult to understand or comprehend.
Spewing destruction and chaos everywhere,
causing pain, loss, devastation and despair.
Just as a lady had many faces and moods,
the wind plays sometimes, other times she broods.
She throws a tantrum yet other times,
Is gentle and calm now and then, acts just fine.
Though to give her the credit that is due,
Just before she roars, shouts or coos,
She does give you warnings, all the indications,
It is up to you to take suitable precautions and protection.
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