My Dear Wind

Oh, my dear wind, 

I am searching for you, where I can find you? 

I am able to listen only to your sound, 

But unable to see on the ground. 

When your movement is slow, 

Everyone enjoys that flow, 

But when in your mind, anger blows, 

It's very hard to follow. 

During summer you blow the hottest, 

Everyone tries to avoid you at its best, 

People hide themselves taking rest, 

But your speed is not the safest. 

In winter you are very cool, 

You move slowly as far, 

Sometimes snow accompanies you, 

But such reasons are few. 

In the rainy season, you carry water, 

Having the stamina to give a wet cover, 

Sometimes you blow the clouds, 

Sometimes you give loud sounds. 

You are very happy and present in spring, 

Birds enjoy singing, 

Humans enjoy the breeze, 

Nature is smiling.