Atmospheric Pressure Poem by Je'free Y .

There is a mild breeze inside
That wants to be a hurricane.
But I try to weather it. By sheer
Force of will, I contain it within
That it may not harm anybody.

There is a mild zephyr inside
That wants to be a tornado.
But I intoxicate it to be tamed.
Not the supposedly wholesome
Nor professional people sense it.

There is a mild wind blowing
That wants to be a storm.
But I hush it with guilt by asking:
You want to add chaos to the world?
You want to teach this to the youth?

There is a mild air moving quietly
That wants to precipitate catastrophe.
But I have built an outlet, far from all,
To give it a chance to do so. Sometimes,
I whistle a lullaby to calm it down.

But it can not always be dry, humid,
And summer. Tides need to turn.
Seasons need to change. In moments
Of thirst and repression, I often wonder -
What if this could have been
The much awaited, blissful, magical rain?