Just a weird little snipet....

Not sure what this is...what it will amount to....it just came out of me. Maybe it's the start of a book? Not sure.....

The wind returned that night. No one saw it coming this time. Windows were left open. Patio umbrellas were caught quickly and smashed to the ground with such force, most didn't survive to see another summer picnic. Pots full of tomato plants and basil were overturned. Toys were sent in all directions, ending up in neighbors yards, hopefully to be recovered by greedy little hands later on, once the wind died down.

The wind always returned. It was just that way. Sunshine didn't last long here. When it came it must have felt like it were stealing a little something because it came and went like a thief. During any one day, a person could change their clothes several times, to suit the weather. You could wake up early, it would be cool enough for a jacket. Some hours later, the humidity would threaten to melt you in your tracks. A few hours after that, rain would come and spoil any outdoor plans, and then, there was always the threat of the wind. The wind had a life of it's own. It followed no rules. It took what it wanted, left what it didn't care for. You would pray it didn't notice you as you huddled for shelter. If it saw you, it might become hungry. If the wind could be called anything, it would be hungry. Some people here called it The Wolf.