Sometimes you remind me of the wind...

Calm and peaceful, the wind can be,
his presence comforting.
High awareness of its unpredictability.
Proceed only with caution.

 
Its energy is constantly altering,
his mood changing.
Blinded by its energy,
vendetta becomes priority.

 
Howling and crashing inanimate objects,
his strength in both mind and being.
No mercy towards its destruction,
guilt is yet to follow.

Accompanied by the rain,
his aggression peaks.
Together they destroy what they're part of,
some things cannot be rebuilt.

Just another storm?
his aftermath only shatters of what was thought indestructible.
Remembrance and memories of the peace before, now sacrificed.
Regret only towards they're loss.