Wind

It creeps around the corners It moans about the eaves A rapid fork of lightning Sparks beyond the trees My pulse gallops skyward As a sudden fear sets in The birds have ceased their chirping Will this madness never end? Oh, it makes my blood run cold To hear the gusting squall It creeps around the corners And sprints halfway down the hall Make it stop, make it stop, I can’t bear it anymore As a blast so strong Stabs at my very core Then morning dawns at last And the sun peeks out My breath again resumes Going in, going out Until the restless night Once more comes to call Monstrous Zephyr from the West Endlessly casts its pall