“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!” William Shakespeare Shakespeare is a vividly descriptive writer. Okay, so maybe many of his story ideas were not original, but there's no doubting the fact that as a descriptive writer, he was superlative. I love storms and the wind. I really feel for the people who will suffer when the storms start, though. Here in India, where I currently live,there are many people who sleep under the stars or in makeshift dwellings. But I enjoy listening to the wind because it has such power. Wind power can even be used to generate electricity. I remember, years ago in
An Irishwoman living an East/West Life