I zoom around trees and knock leaves to the ground. I fly through the hair of an unsuspecting girl, causing her to go momentarily blind. As I whip around a school building I knock the papers out of a teacher’s hands.

I am the wind.

I am the one who makes a football go the opposite direction from which it was thrown. I am the one who likes to make girls’ dresses fly up. I am the one who steals your breath away. I am the one who everyone hates.

I am the wind.

 

This is the wind we all think of when we hear it rattling the shingles on a roof or making a tarp flap in the middle of the night.

But no one ever stops to think of all the good the wind provides us.

Here’s the story of the good wind. Not the naughty, mean wind we all know and hate.

The day is hot and the breeze is cool; that’s when the wind is nice.

The wind helps to fly kites and makes you feel like a supermodel in your sweater and jeans when it blows perfectly through your gorgeous locks.  

The wind makes you feel all powerful when you stand on a hill or playground. The wind feels glorious when you have the sun burning down your neck. Or when you are driving down the highway and you stick your hand out the window and weave your fingers through the current.

The wind isn’t all that bad once you learn to enjoy its little perks.

The wind can transform you from a kid in a jacket to a superhero in seconds. And that wind-tossed look people spend hours trying to perfect? Just walk outside and it’s done.

This. This is the wind I know and love. I love the feeling the wind gives you that makes you feel light and free.  

But every good guy has his dark side …

The wind’s just tends to be more violent and chaotic than most.

But deep, deeeep down I know you all have a secret love for the wind, you just don’t express it.

Here is a lovely poem that I found; I don’t know who the amazing person was that created it, but I love it and thought you all would enjoy it.

Wyoming Poem:

Its winter in Wyoming

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At twenty five below.

Oh, how I love Wyoming

When the snow is up to your butt.

You take a breath of winter

And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So I guess I’ll hang around.

I could never leave Wyoming

‘cuz I’m frozen to the ground.

~ Anonymous