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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Wind

                  Pick a natural occurrence: wind, sun rays, rain crashing down like large goblets  


                              I’d choose wind because it brushes from side to side, never seen,   


                                never hides, yet still it comes from Nowhere. Like God took   


                                  a shower and needed to blow dry, it varies in temperature,   


                                    hot, cold to frozen. Wind is pleasant flowing through   


                                          loose strands of hairs, combing the dying leaves   


                                               of autumn across the streets. Wind destroys  


                                                    everything in its path of resistance  


                                                         flurries and hail beat apart cars  


                                                            and houses the mighty force   


                                                               of wind behind it. Weapons   


                                                                  of mass destruction, yet   


                                                                   natural. A hot and cold   


                                                                     front to spiral down   


                                                                        to earth, sending   


                                                                             people to   


                                                                                 Oz.   

  Wind is a beautiful thing, so long that it stays where it belongs. On the ground, it becomes disaster.  


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