What is the angriest kind of wind? A crosswind.
What is the angriest kind of wind?
I have two gems stones: Where I throw them, there they go. The eyes
What is always coming but never truly arrives?
What grows when it eats, but dies when it drinks?
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.