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| This man-made wind cools but is lacking in style. It’s an unrelenting roar unaccompanied by rustling leaves. It never swirls around flirtatiously before rushing up to meet you and caress your cheek. It plays no concert in the trees but drowns out the music of the night with its boorish droning. It simply but steadily blows - humming at a decibel sufficient to lure the mind away from distractions, moving enough air to allow sleep but still, I am no fan. Promptly Poetry Week 42 Prompt -Listen. What’s the most prominent sound you hear? Write about it. |