I love a windy day.
I love laundry flapping furiously,
Flags standing triumphantly at attention,
And hair instant-combed downwind.
Walking in the wind
Makes my pulse beat quicker.
Smog vanishes, the sun is bright,
And my joy's as clear as the sky.
Don't grumble about the wind.
Come celebrate with me.
We'll say hello to some nodding trees
And wave to a passing butterfly.
He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth,
who makes lightnings for the rain
and brings forth the wind from his storehouses.
Poem and photo ©2011 James L. Swindle. You may print up to 100 copies for non-commercial use.