Bombastous Zephyr

There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside Swinging the street signs from side to side; Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust, I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust; My eyelids are caked with soil and grime, Forcing my sideways time after time; When will this bombastous zephyr subside, Cause it’s getting tougher with every stride; The wind is blowing my hair in my face, But I plunge on forward with awkward grace; The treetops are bending with ever big blast, As I wonder silently how long it can last; I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch, This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much! ~For Paula Swanson's Contest~