It´s a whooshing and pushing my new crops over.
Beating the tree´s with mean easterlies,
atleast that´s the point that it favours.
Flying through the garden, a chaotic bombardment.
Holding the atmosphere´s fervor.
Sweeping the ground and whistling through windows.
Forming mini tornados when it curves.
Howling like hounds between the gaps between houses,
and beating on rooves when it rises from the south.
Only god knows what damage and the extent...
Will be caused by the wind and it´s boundless strength.
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