The wind is howling outside my window,
making the glass shake and the wooden frame crackle.
It is a violent screaming wind, it beckons me to wake
and tare my eyes away from my screen to look outside.

To see the clouds move, the trees bend, the wires dance,
as he wields the world as he pleases,
sometimes as a soft whisper that caresses your ears,
sometimes as a cruel, harsh whiplash that rips your flesh.

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