Pushover

You feel like a pushover when you stand there and the wind blows in your face. And you say nah, nah, again, in mih face so? Not today wind, you're hurting my cheeks into a frown. So you rail against the wind. Boxing with bright eyes and determination. But the wind has friends. The cloud is ominous turning dark like a kid wildly coloring with a black crayon. The rain pelts itself at you *pudow pudap*. Your spirit, or is it ego, continues the fight, manifesting in ways to express itself - value me, be thoughtful, see me as I am. The wind replies, you're a horrible student. The lesson is simple. See yourself, value yourself, think about and for yourself, and when you do, the cloud, rain and I will pass you by.