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The Wind
I can see, my dear, why You hate the wind so much: A mere breeze blows through the door And your stack of papers is now lost.
Your feeble body pushed aside Whenever you try a little run; Or it messes with your hair At every twist and turn.
I understand, darling, Just how much you loathe That your umbrella should fail When the cold rain pours.
I truly cannot blame you For the obvious discomfort Of being nearly deafened By its savage roar. But…
…Have you stopped to consider, Or did it ever cross your mind How refreshing the breeze is When long days get too warm?
Did you ever not enjoy Playing with kites in the park, Or building paper planes And seeing how far they could fly?
The same wind which carries pollen And makes some people cry, Is the one that spreads seeds And dead leaves all around.
It’s the wind that pushes sailboats And mills grain into flour, That dissipates city smoke And gathers vapor into clouds.
The same wind that laughs on treetops And gives birds a joyous ride, Is the one that brings rain, and snow, And hail, and life.
And though it shepherds the howl Of many terrible storms, It pushes them away, too, And look how far they go!
But above all else, I know I could never hate that Which, in that bright, morning breeze Brought me to you, my love.
Oh wind, mighty or soft, I love you so!
—WordsmithOfDoom
This is beautiful.
I love the wind so much. Every time something related to wind/the literally wind itself comes my way, I take it as an act of Allah
