Wind, come softly.
Don't break the shutters of the window.
Don't scatters the paper.
Don't throw down the books on the shelf.
There, looks what you did-you threw all dawn.
You tore the pages of the books.
You brought rain again.
You're very clever at poking fun at weaklings.
Frail crumbling houses, crumbling doors, crumbling rafters, crumbling woods, crumbling bodies, crumbling lives, crumbling hearts-
The wind God winnows and crushes them all.
👉 wait next day second chapter...