A destructive force that one cannot see might be the wind.
The wind has kicked itself up something fierce today, so I’m inspired to poetry.
A loud crash echoes through my ears.
Is it finally the personification of all my fears?
No it is a sound of a wicked wind outside.
It is a wicked one that would not subside.
The wind crashes against the walls of my home.
It echoes against wherever I may roam.
We do not see it at all.
However, if powerful enough, the wind is wicked enough to maul.
The breeze might seem nice on another day.
But this one is a wicked one that will make you pay.
The wind has really swept aross the land.
A horrific crash will be at hand.
It interrupts my thoughts, my concetration.
To cause me a great deal of frustration.
The wind wicked as it be.
Taunts us because we cannot see.
20, 25, 30, and even 40 miles per hour and gaining quick.
The speed would be enough to make anyone sick.
So the wind continues to can speed.
It has yet to conceed.
We hang on tight.
Or the wind will destroy us with its might.
Put some rain with it and you have a BIG problem. 
cyclone ‘thane’ in south India gave many a people this same kind of feeling… well portrayed
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