It caresses my face, Rubbing one velvety gloved finger up and Down my neck, tracing up the sharpness of my chin, My, what a contrast.
The wind is like Dry ice, It freezes lips shut and chills even teeth, But when it warms, Your skin craves it like Parched throats crave water.
The wind is like an Earthworm, it burrows straight into my Nose when I tilt my head back. It slithers through the holes in my shirt, And breathes in life.
The wind is like a swarm of Bees, Stinging my eyes, making them leak. It stings for a second, then Flies away, Only to attack again, and again, And again.
The wind is like a spider's Web, Invisible to the untrained eye, Yet strong as steel-- Maybe even Stronger. It catches stray objects and Swallows it whole, Trapping them in its Unrelenting fist
To me, the wind is also a force of nature, both Meek and Mighty--unpredictable But what is it? Really... It's all up to you
Everyone has different opinions on Different matters, so Please Don't judge.
Watching hair fly while staring out the window aimlessly during a thunderstorm proves more inspiring than I thought.