This was something I wrote in one of my Creative Writing classes in, literally, a few minutes. I rather liked how it turned out, so I decided to cut the last sentence out and upload it on here. One particular phrase of the last sentence was lost, however, which I deemed to be an interesting description for the actual 'wind' this poem is supposed to be... and thus, I turned it into this piece's title.

The point was that it was to leave the reader guessing on what kind of nasty being this was, until the very end, where it is revealed to be the very wind, itself. I really wanted to portray the harshness of the wind in this piece.

Where did I get the idea from? Well, we had to look at one of five paintings and literally write whatever came into our heads. Thus, I created a short, open, poem. No special form, this time, folks.