The winds’ visit

As swift as a thrown stone

There's the knocking of the door.
Its blowing pass as swift as it first came in. 'Twas sudden yet overwhelming, you'll feel the need of it again. However its a whirlwind unforeseen. Dubiously enthrall at all. The wind tapped like a tired man, and I, the host said "Come in" then entered in. It visited, flitting, then like a timid man,again he tapped--flurriedly. And there I am,alone somehow.