milenyo (international name: xangsane).

storms are sexy (just leave out the deaths). i love the wind. it seldom gets mad, but when it does, it doesn't stop at wind-ing--it waters, it fires, it thunders and lightnings. i've verbed my way to remembering xangsane.

signal #3
[28IX06]

this is the wind that
demands to be heard--
and listen we shall
to banging doors and
naked limbs flung onto streets

this is the wind that
strips the eucalyptus
of its leaves before
dismembering it

this is the wind that
that gutters the flame
before killing it

this is the wind that
recruits all elements to its cause--
its anger is seldom solitary