The wind adopts personas,
props, attributes as roles require —
A breeze docile, gentle,
serene, soothing troubled water.
A whirling dervish prodding, probing,
disrobing treasures, divulging faults.
A gale grabbing grit, hurling
dirt, sandblasting paint chips, debris, trash,
scouring to naked essence.
Blustering gusts portend
long-sought showers,
the gift of life, breaking
heat that bakes the soul.
The Pentecostal wind
adopts personas, grace disguised.
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