Walk in Like a Windstorm

I walk in like a windstorm,

Where hot and cold meet,

Start off with a whisper before I

Sweep you off your feet.

Listen like a-whistling step

In a sunny spring forlorn,

Then speak like a hurricane

In a moving storm.

Let it all spill out

To take away the pain,

Then when I go away again

I'll carry away your rain.

- The Girl in the Wind, M. Tadeo
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