The wind

A strong wind that sent a new spirit into me

The wind whips so hard against my window
I can almost imagine that it’s raining
Rushing to get away from this dry desert heat

The gales rock the blinds through the crack I left open
Making the room cold enough
To pull out the heaviest blanket I own

It whistles its eerie song throughout
Upsetting cheap watercolors, tipping them over
To create a colorful, manageable mess

Throughout it all, I am cocooned in dark
With only the glow of a flashlight and a raven, repeating “Nevermore”
To keep my lonely body company

I dread the daylight, the morning
That tells me to get up
And spells the end of the wind