Wind...

Buddy

There's a storm a brewing. I can smell it in the air. The wind is blowing. Hard, not softly. It's a hot wind. I don't mind the wind too much. I can live without the heat and the freezing storms, but I don't mind a subtle wind. Not the winds coming in off of a hurricane. Storms a coming. Best baton down the hatches. I got to get this group in line. They run around here crazily when a storm is coming. They act like it is no big deal. They never pay attention to me and I am always left trembling. I don't like storms. I don't like loud noises. Makes me too nervous. I'm an ol' fellow now, life is suppose to be easy. Storms aren't easy.