A slight shiver of the trees is considered by windologists as a mourning, not to be confused with a vibrant tousle of a leaf, which is, not surprisingly, its opposite: joy. A bird, flying just below gale-force winds is persistence. Although, any bird flying above such winds is called, well, I’m not sure there’s a name for that quite yet, as we have yet to see such a sight — but no doubt it does exist. A wicker chair, flipped upside down and siding across the porch is an easy and familiar tone: wrath. Winds don’t prefer to be angry, but who does? A sudden gust gone as quickly as it came is a grief. A cool breeze is a jealousy, while a warm breeze is just as you might expect — and is called longing. — ANDREA LAWLER
Andrea Lawler is a poet, essayist, and short story writer. She holds a degree in English Language & Literature. She is the founder of two non-profits: Keeping Emmons County Clean & Frankie’s Feline Sanctuary. She currently lives in North Dakota with her three cats.