When I was little I thought
the wind was made by the sun blowing. I guess I had seen pictures of that.
The sun had a face and when he was happy he made it warm outside. When
he was sad it was cold. When he made it rain he always wore a slicker and
when it snowed he'd don a scarf! Now that I'm older I worry about him,
because he's older too. I wonder if he may need a cane to come up each
morning. But I guess I'm the only one that cares because whenever I mention
this to anyone they just shrug me off!