TEARS ON THE WIND

I stand in the clearing as the wind blows,
Bracing myself against it,
And watching my shirt billow up
As it licks around my hair.
I look out, into the wind,
And I think about the days
When I walked to school,
Tightly wrapped in a jacket,
The blustering, blowing air chilling me.
I would stare into the wind then too,
And it would sting my eyes.
I wondered how air and dust could bring me tears.
I thought you only cried when you were sad
Because someone had died
Or you fell off your bike.
I couldn't understand why I cried at the wind.
I felt ashamed when I walked into class
With wet cheeks and a runny nose.
Now it's different.
As the wind throws sand into my eyes
I feel the drops run down my cheeks
And I laugh at them, glad for the wind in my eyes.