Stormy raging wind blowing wild.
Seems like the temper tantrums of a child.
Scattering debris in it wake.
Ranting at the earth to make it shake.
Cold and biting making its presence felt.
Fighting the judgement that it has been dealt.
Throwing its toys out of the pram.
Suddenly it stops, shut up tight as a clam.
The rain stops and the wind dies down.
and the earth wraps the wind back up in its dressing gown.
Content again, its blown itself out.
No more need to scream and shout.