The wind came up out of the north-northwest,
and knocked the living bejesus out of everything it met.
It made windows explode from their frames.
It ripped shingles off the houses and pitched them into people's cars.
Still and all,
the wind couldn't move my heart.
The one I love couldn't find the breath to speak my name,
so ask me what I exactly give a damn about.
The wind is loud,
but it's empty.