What is the colour of the wind?

You blow through my weave
You caress my face with your cool breeze on a hot day
I can't see you, don't know where you come from
I don't know where you are going and when you'll come back.

I sit waiting for you to cool me down
You come so unexpectedly and you are gone so soon
I don't know when you'll come again to blow my hair and make me feel cooler.

You always leave so suddenly without a warning
Other days you come, blow my dress up and my hair into my face
At night you bang unclosed windows and doors and worry homeless people
You can be so cold sometimes, if you had a colour at least we'd be able to prepare for your arrival.

You are so dangerous, you blew the big tree at my place until it fell
I guess I should be glad it didn't fall onto the building
You are unpredictable, even the weather man can't tell how destructive you're going to be
If you were to have a colour, I'd want you to be my favourite colour
red.