The bright side of a cold, stormy day

I can actually hear the gushing of the wind, it's as if he is twirling and dancing. Then, he whispers, silently. I listened so intently, enjoying every part of his story. He lured me to stay and I did not resist. It was too tempting, his cool breeze and drizzle. Droplets of water fell on my skin and the soft wind caressed my face.