I thought I saw the wind blow, saw it stop, turn and look back on its work. It let out a sigh of relief on a job well done. I thought I saw it smile with immense satisfaction at the destruction in its wake after a whirlwind. I thought I heard its laugh its joy when it was in a good mood after kissing the hot parched people and plants through a cool breeze. It groaned unsatisfied when it whistled and none came out to welcome the approaching rain storm. Yes the wind speaks, laughs cry’s yet above all you feel its loneliness in its silence and solitude as it roams to and fro upon the earth with no resting place. Does it not weary of its constant roaming?
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