Windy March Morning

Today is March thirteenth it's quite windy outside, it isn't all that cold the Fairies try their best to hide. They're running to their homes close the doors up tight, they aren't ready to play they are filled with fright. It gusts like hurricane winds out there I don't blame them for wanting to run, maybe they'll get to play tomorrow but today, there won't be any fun. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.13/2016 I was planning on writing something different, but changed my mind at the last second.