A Poem.

Windows shake, doors break, powerlines sway with the wind. The cars are loud, but barely noticeable. The dullest of the urban environment ripples across the streets as a strong wind barrels through a field of grain. Only to be replaced with an odd immediacy as patrons begin to enlist in their daily treks, washing away the dull. Replaced with a strong urgency yet seemingly singing to an encompassing lackadaisical melody.