Memories inspired by strong wind and rain

Today, a strong side North-North-East.
 And the rain is lashing at the window,
 loudly knocking on the glass,
 knocking out "dots-dashes"
for me a letter in your language,
 probably it looks like Morse code,
 but I have long forgotten
 the Morse code.
 The rain must be telling
you news from your Northern city.
 After all, your city and your country
 is far to the North.
 And there are always
 strong winds.
I remember a summer day
 and a very strong North-North-East
 and your street on the very beach.
 North sea with a heavy character.
 Maybe that's why you have
such a difficult temper?


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