I am like pregnant clouds
As I whistle by
Trees bending to let me pass
I whisper in the bushes
And sigh through the trees
I am like madman chasing nothing
As I moan in the ship’s rigging
And howling over the deck
I began to rock the grass
with threatening tunes
I am like breeze blowing through
the oak trees,as I blast shaking
the houses and past windows.
I am very quick and strong,
as I fling a menace at the sky.
I get through doors without keys,
as I shake tall towers.
And seas I can move, and ships
I can sink.
And I am good when it comes to
riot. what am i?