Breeze or Hurricane

Oh how nice you feel.
Running across my face.
Your embrace is gentle and cool.
Like pure satin and virgin lace.

But there has been times.
When you would be oh so rough.
Always fighting back your mighty push.
And letting you storm off in a tremendeous huff.

Why is it sometimes you can feel so nice.
And other times I run to hide from you.
You have helped me fly my kite.
And have turned my umbrella inside out, too.

I guess you are trying to tell me.
Times can make you say "That’s enough"
But everything has a gentle side too.
That’s there to hide all the rough.