Alisha S. writes about heartbreak by handing her pain to the weather. The speaker can't tell rain from tears, and the screaming wind seems to say what she can't. She imagines the wind as another victim of the same person: maybe it was led on, maybe it was hurt until it went numb. That guess is really about herself. Her own heart has been torn and has sunk as far as it can go.
The mood starts restless and aching, then builds into something like a storm as her screams and the wind's "blend." Then comes a sudden silence, which feels like a held breath. The ending is a jolt. She realizes the screaming she has been hearing, and judging the wind for, is partly hers. Like the wind that doesn't recognize its own mouth, she has been numb to her own pain until now. The poem ends with her finally letting it out, louder than the storm.