The wind is a rolling boulder crashing down a mountain and Pushing anything that gets in its way.

The wind is like a rhino crashing through the trees,

And a snake hissing through your ear.

The trees are fluttering and leaves flying every where

Blinding you with the leaves and deafening you with its sound.

The wind controls the cars like a remote control car

In the palm of your hand.

When the day comes to an end,

It sounds like a mouse that is very quiet drifting through your room.

The wind is swift around you like an ice cream cone,

Dripping down your hand, very spine chilling.