The wind and me

On the commencement of the void
I look beyond the brown wooden window.
Seasons change and the leaves fall to a final swirl of life
And dance about in a whirlpool of untamed wind,
Flirting with the fickle dirt and dust that oblige,
Resting in the soporific wind.
Ah, the crafty wind;
The wind that carried promises of better times below,
Beckons the homeless clouds
To join the merry band
And they rain down on the silly leaves
And wash the dust away.
And then,
With a sinister howl of laughter,
She slams the window upon my face.