someties
the
wind
acts
like
a
child
having
a
temper
tantrum
in
pubic
it
runs
wild
through
the
trees
kicks
things
around
shakes
rattles
and
rolls
until
it
wears
itself
out
and
becomes
deathly
still
I
think
it
starts
out
as
a
two
year
old
goes
through
adolescence
then
calms
into
adulthood
and
stops
altogether
when
it
gets
old
enough
to
die
Rethinking Life 
Comments on: "Wind…poem" (2)
A very nice analogy. I adore wind.
Well, we have a LOT of it in Chicago. If you don’t have much where you live, you can always move here. 🙂