I feel sorry for the wind

he is truly homeless

always on the move

when he is not with you

he is blowing by elsewhere

invisible but forceful

sometimes light and gentle

damaging when in a rage

rain and snow are the gifts he brings

leaves rustle when he arrives

a still pond ripples in his presence

waves pound the beach at his command

when uncertain he gets gusty

why is the wind so unforgiving

if you do not move at his pace

and in the direction he chooses

he will push you around without mercy

adored by kite fliers

worshipped by yachtsmen

feared by cyclists

he is a sad lonely restless bad tempered old man

always hides his face but you can tell when he is there

constantly searching for the peace he will never find

perhaps he had a disturbed childhood

or a very bad relationship breakup

he refuses to go to therapy

I feel sorry for the wind