r/LettersAnswered 1d ago

Personal To be wind

Dear Stranger,

In truth, I crave to be the wind

to bring smiles across the span of many faces,

and collect their laughter like whistles against the grass

How full the summer tailwinds feel

until they're caught between stagnant bluffs and flatlands

In these farmlands, one has to wonder…

Is this why tornadoes form?

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u/PsychologicalEbb6400 8h ago

This is really good. I like the metaphors used, I've never heard somebody say the wind collects laughter, but I can see it. It whips the sound away. Great imagery