The wind is yelling at me today
She's being mean and cold
Throwing dirt in my eyes
Pushing me  and making the leaves dizzy
she sounds like a congested lung
I guess she wants my attention
"WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY DO YOU BOTHER ME?"
she answers with a cold gusted dust devil
"FROM THIS DUST YOU ARE...THIS DUST YOU WILL BE!"
I make the sign of the cross and go in peace.