The mysterious, delirious wind. A meterologist might try to explain it, but can never account for its extemporaneous and erratic ways. Much more like a being than an impersonal element, he makes the dry snow pile in beautiful drifts, covering hats and rooftops, and as if to laugh at us, leaves those craving a white Christmas without and those who do not want one, ice-bound. From the south heralds a change. One needs only to lie on the grass, especially in the spring, to be treated to Mr. Wind's artistry in rearranging and reshaping the clouds into the most imaginary shapes and shadows. Without it, when the air is still, anxiety often arises, as we wait breathlessly in the eye of a tornado or hurricane. Sir Wind's tornadic power can topple a city, leaving a check to lie on a writing table in its wake, and the house around it in crumbles. His eeriness in the dark splashing waves upon lake and seashore inspire cinematice horror scenes or mystery writers. He is playful, making tiny dirt-devils of colored fall leaves and bringing one's neighbor's leaves to replace those that have just been raked off. It is if a giant finger is playing in a bowl of batter as Sir Wind shapes the maps of weather to come, and with his whim, confounds and make fools of forecasters. ~ © Dreamer (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net) ~ November 15, 2003 If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Sledding A Christmas Carol Love Brings Feelings When Santa Was A Boy Snowballing And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Corner Index