A wicked wind had pursued her
Aided by the sun that shone
Through some fickle clouds
To scatter her and scare her away.
I looked away to hide a smile
For she showered petulantly
On my window, wetting the curtains
With her indignant spray.
She drummed on my roof
As if to catch my eye again.
I saw her stomping towards the trees
That had dared to snigger at her rage.
I would want her to calm down
And murmur some more to me
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