Minnie-soda

The wind bit like an enraged terrier
Not enough to kill, but more than enough.
And the sun shone like a 15 watt bulb,
Tepid and weak like like a pound of bird fluff.
The similes buzzed around like fruit flies
Alighting on the inappropriate
Areas, while avoiding the apt ones.
The weather? Screaming like a chanteuse
And changing like a tarted-up floozy.