the wind blows with a firery signature sometimes.

Like flames of dry grass

Or heat rays on semi arid land.

It blows from the east

Then chooses its own direction

The unpredictably

The timed untimeliness

It leaves me awed.

Today I witnessed

A man blow a dirty spirit out

Of another man

It was slow, deliberate, effective

It was fierce, bold and reflective

Of the strength of a wind

Wind scorching wind

Leaving it etched in my brain that

There is a wind that’s more important than all winds.