My Friend The Wind

My friend the Wind is a mystery. She's impetuous and unpredictable. She's can be abrupt, but that's not intentional, I'm sure. She can fly into a rage sometimes, but general she keeps her composure. Like any other element she is often seen at her worst. Hurricanes and tornadoes most often. But if we were to think that way all the time, what's up with that sun? He crosses the sky like he's some gift to mankind, and causes blindness, skin cancer, and over-tan. He's a jerk, but he has his gift to share, light and warmth. The Wind can be found any day, and can be found with the sun, the rain, the clouds, the snow, and the hail. She can be said to be colorless, but that's just because she's fluid. Even the light goes through her. But on occasion, she is perceived in the emotions we carry. Just as the rain, who is famous for grief or catharsis(I guess), acts as a basin of whatever emotion is overwhelming you, the wind can be the conversation with someone not around. You can talk to someone far away or even gone through the wind. It's like telephone(the game), though. The wind may give your other a garbled version, your recipient may not be paying attention, or they might not listen to anything you say. She might just tell you what you want to hear, a lie that makes no sense, or nothing at all and eat the message(like someone I know). So Talk. She is listening.