The Wind, Swirling

The wind, swirling,
in bursts, small,
blowing rain sideways,
while wetting all.

How strange the weather,
it will bring,
with melodic sounds,
I want to sing.

Sing about love,
and a broken heart,
where a disease,
kept us apart.

Do you miss
her sweet smile,
and flashing eyes,
which would beguile?