The wind is strong.
You can feel it,
In the way the dust
Stings your eyes,
Even when you keep them
Tightly closed.
And in how your hair
Clings to your face,
In a tight embrace.
You feel its chill,
And you hold yourself
Really tight,
Losing, in the process
The battle
With your hair.

The wind is strong.
It brings in its wake
Stories from the past,
The ones you had
All but forgotten,
Except,
For the inexplicably
Sudden chill,
On a summer night,
When the ghosts
Were aroused,
Gathering the remnants
And causing a storm,
Carried on
By the gusts of wind.
The wind is strong.