The Wind - by Dani

My son Dani never ceases to blow me away with his random writings. He's no avid reader by any calculation, so I don't know where the words come from. This is a piece of his homework I found on my laptop:

The Wind

The wind was a haunting ghost,

It comes and goes and comes again,

It races past you and you get a spine tingling shiver down your back.

It flaps its wings and sends a giant gush of air against you,

Suddenly there is an epic battle

between you and the violent wind,

A god gives out a powerful blow.

Gods start to fight,

Dead autumn leaves scatter,

And they collapse gently on the hard, dusty pavement.

It was a blowing fan,

Increasing speed at a deadly rate,

It gets faster, and faster, and faster…