The gushing and groaning never did cease
no window or curtain could keep out this beast
how loud and how violent did one burst ring out
I never did see such a wind thrash about
then all of a sudden a tinkle was heard
it echoed throughout every room, every word
no one was certain what change came to be
but one thing was certain, a mystical breeze
I like this! You use good words with it - "gushing", "beast", "tinkle". The poem is a good description of the wind and then makes a change that is upexpected, but pleasing. Good job!
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