I was always taught that the wind howled...
But the wind doesn't howl...
It screamed.. It's screeched...
It sang out as loud as it could
Hoping the world would hear her roar...
She screeched
She bellows
Her voice thunders through the world
She is enraged by you
Your dispassionate
Inpoignant life
Scream! Screech!! Shriek!
No...
the wind does not howl
With a howl of mourning
She screeches in pain
In envy
And detests your hopeless life.