I used to love the dry wind
The fierce blowing
Invisible fingers tearing at my hair, stealing my breath and whipping my clothing and sending its powerful story deep into my bones.
I used to love the wind.
Now I feel afraid
That wild wonderful air, gusting, whispering. Awakening me, reminding me that I am alive.
Only now it has taken up with fire. And together these two untamed forces, wreak havoc.
Remember who is in control here.
Remember who rules this place
This is the whisper
The story unfolding in the threads of air
In the promise of sparks
In the destruction of my home
I used to love the wind
But now I am afraid