blow me

the wind when it blows like this howling angry a banshee released pulls a sadness from deep inside me the wind when it spins like this gusts of dead leaves dancing with my anxiety sets my teeth on edge the wind when it cries like this wailing warning an echo from a time i want…

The Downpour

“Even the sky cries sometimes.”
She whispers it in my ear,
Repetitive. Incessant. Tortuous.