Cum-uppance!  

The trees say the wind is real
as do the clouds above,
and in the sonic appeal  
of every flapping dove.
 
And passive chimes by moving air
tell us of invisible things
at work to free us from despair
more faithfully than angel wings.  
 
Yet, heed the breeze up in a rush
because the sky will let you know
when that orthodox April hush
is soon about to huff and blow!
 
Then hatches must down batten be
when Stormy knickers start to twist
into the hard reality...
of pornstars you have rudely kissed.