It has been storming a bit this evening due to a cold front that feels the need to move in for a few days. Occasionally, the wind blows rain against my window and it sounds eerily like fingernails tapping the glass. Or wings buffeting. Or a lazy air raid siren. It wants in.
So, a windy midnight haiku:
Wind negotiates.
If I don’t let it in it
will find its own way.
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