The Way The Wind Blows. Poem by alex calderon

The way the wind blows,
it's the calm of the storm,
so peaceful and soothing when you're around.
It's a raging hurricane when I'm here,
everything in sight gets blown away and yet you're still here,
Why haven't you been blown away like the others?
The anger of the storm rages and blows people away,
you're the only thing that can defy the rain.
You calm the storm,
and you make it stop raining.
The clouds drift away into the shadows,
ready to come back when you're gone.