RUSH OF WIND

i close my eyes,   and listen
to the rush of wind
making  a  swooshing sound 
rumbling through the trees;             
Sometimes like the 

sound of  tall grass                              
blowing in the breeze; 
Sometimes clanging, banging
like a constant knock on
the old wooden door            
Softer now, like a
softly played largo
then   crescendo building
like  the composer's musical
score; Twirling and
swirling like a wild Irish dance
i close my eyes , and listen - 
to the  rush of wind
making a swooshing sound
rumbling through the trees