I hear the wind blowing
As anger fills the air.
For it is strong and fierce,
creating such a dare.
I hear the different noises
Those sounds that make you shake.
As it seems the house is breaking,
with the creaks and crack it makes.
I never understand though
How the wind can seem so mad.
Because it seems so gentle,
whenever it is glad.
I believe our tempers are the same,
with the damage it creates.
When anger fills us like the wind,
Many friendships will it break.
by Diane
