Listening to the wind

Do you ever listen to the wind? Does it ever appear to know just which way to go? Of course, it couldn't really "know", it just is flowing; going in the direction that we perceived it is. Truth is, we see it moving, tracing, displacing forcefully at times like it was really sure, its direction held clearly like a commitment was made. Yet it does not decide, it just is.

Perhaps it is for this quality that I enjoy listening to the wind.