It was a pleasant Friday,
When the Sun shone brightly in the sky.
The roads were deserted, and the air was dry.
People decided to stay indoors on such a day.
Children did not want to go out to play.
The Sun shone furiously for miles around.
Insects were cool as they burrowed underground.
The winds were picking up papers,
Almost picking up children going to school.
The fierce winds could be heard whistling,
Outside closed windows and open doors.
The warm spell was over now, it had gone.
The warm currents were battling for supremacy.
The elements never believed in a democracy.
The winds from the north battered the town.
The city streets were swept clean of dust and dirt.
Every fragment was taken till it almost hurt.
The city streets sparkled free of dirt and grime,
Like a good police force, removes violence and crime.
The day of reckoning had arrived, that windy day.
Old souls were removed, hoping to be reborn someday.