I dream of the wind blowing through my hair, that's how I win the rush of air is heaven sent cold or warm; Gods breath is my friend a power with great might; that can threaten any town and tear down any gate, let a twister form within my soul the weather is splendiferous oh, how I love it so, car windows rolled down; zipping down the freeway my hand stuck out; being forced back by this whim I inhale the particles swishing around in the wind, but I never choke to the trees I want to sway and bend.