My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

I think it's about the wind and breeze. It's a little bit like Australia.

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

When I am gone and the wind blows, It is the breeze from my wings you feel.

Lunatic Wind: Surviving out the Storm of the Century