Like when I am sad I gently blow the rain to make others feel my misery.
When I am angry I make others feel my wrath by the destruction I leave in my path.
When I am calm my cool fingers gently caress people’s faces, most smile, but others shiver and curse me, but I can not just let them be…
Because I am free and can not be restrained, everyone feels my pain, but I am not all gloom and doom, for they also feel my joy.
But I am left to forever wander,
An eternal vagabond.
Looking, searching…
For the one place that I belong…
