Angry blast from the past
Digital art by me.
Stop trying to blow me in airI may have a petite bodyBut have the strength of an oxIf that was not enoughYour gust upset the dustFlurry of sand in my eyesOn your vicious commandClematis blown in circlesWith your angry blasts at my homeYour gale was a lot of hot airSwirling and whirling in the airTrees are not happy with youThey want to be left in peaceTo enjoy the season of SpringYou commanded rain drops to slapOn my windowpane nonstopYour gusts are getting weakerTurn around and go back home