As you lay in bed pursuing sleep
Can you hear the wind down in the street
Chasing leaves, and garbage cans
Howling like a thousand fans
The sound increases, then it soars
Rattling windows, banging doors
Shaking bushes till they bend
You wonder will it ever end
Like some mischievous wayward child
Untamed, unleashed and running wild
To cause distraction, if you please
Or rip like thunder through the tree's
Then just as quick it fades away
To where I really cannot say
My blankets crumpled in a heap
I finally drift off into sleep.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-11/
