Wind

It rhymes, but lacks rhythm.. Still working on it..

One with the blooms at times I am,
one with their pleasing scent;

I give the slip to those towering doors,
always broken, always unbent;

Refreshing scent of the earth I bring,
Joyous news of the rain I bring;

But haven't I spread the stench of filth?
Now, is there a way to rescind?

Yet, that which blows, has to blow,
for, I am the mighty wind..