In love with the dark 'n with the light
Yapping gusts from the far South
Swishing to 'em the hem of the night
Blow and blowlike no other mouth
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I like a gentle rain, but don't care much for wind. An interesting poem.
It doesn't matter if you wait beyond waiting Or if all your roses wither at a ghibli blasting....excellently crafted..... Pleasure to read