~Whoosh~
the wind blows
from all directions
wet and piercing rain
stabbing with it’s icy jabs
Eyes watering
as they are stung by the cold
hands cupped together
searching for warmth as
your warm breath is seen like a fog
panting with every step
Drenched and cold
you reach the threshold
The Blowing Breeze
Yanks the door from your
painfully frozen hands
slamming it into you
gathering balance
with what little strength is within
you step upon the stoop
gasping as you shut the door
to the Blowing Breeze
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