Tumultuous winds

You’re as unpredictable as winds in a storm, but you make me smile. Even so, you mock me and you enjoy it, which upsets me every time. You run with the winds, but you always come back to me. I don’t know what to expect, or how to feel. Dark clouds bring a gloom that dawn doesn’t brighten. You’re not here; I can’t sleep; emptiness aches in me.