The wind is like a fickle mistress.
She tempts with a little intense excitement but often neglects me, and you – her other lovers.
Blowing great but then leaving after we've pumped up our...kites.
Frustrated reality after forecast excitement? Yup.
Winter boredom? Yup.
With apologies to Bob Dylan...
Love Plus 20 (knots)
My love she speaks like violence
Without lulls or silence
She doesn’t have to be consistent
Yet she tempts with perfect days
People carry kite gear
Check Seabreeze by the hour
My love she laughs like the green arrows
Burnt surfboards can’t buy her
...feel free to continue this ode to our mistress.
Better to get blown occasionally than not at all
Dunno about the mistress - I get enough grief from wifey without becoming an emotional punching bag for a part-time wifey! 
