Just The Wind

by Nakita25

I am the Wind. I have no name, I am not actually here. No one likes me, no one believes in the spirit of wind after all. But it is time for me to show myself. I am the Wind. I will not be cast off as "Just a breeze" anymore.

Hello. No one sees me. No one truly likes me. Sure, when your kite gets up in the air you are overjoyed with my presence, but soon enough, when the moment is past, you will huddle in your stupid little wind breakers and curse the gusts.

I can't help it.

I can't help making gusts, tornados, hurricanes.

I can't help it.

I can't help it.

I can't help it.

I can't STOP.

I JUST CAN NOT STOP.

This is a message from me. From wind.

But no one believes in the spirit of wind, right? Even if you look beyond science, I bet you just think someone like "Jack Frost" brings the wind and chill, right?

WRONGE.

Sure, he brings the chill, others will bring the rain, but I am the core. What makes a hurricane? The wind or the rain? Which is more dangerous?

All I can do is whistle my words into people's ears, and pray that they will hear me. Believe in me.

But it has never worked.

After all… I am "Just the Wind."