The Santa Ana Wind

Unbestown upon me, you start blowing in my soul ahead of your arrival In your wake, still air becomes glowy and unstable while the sky suddenly turns lilac and bloody, avenging my usually even mood and forecasting the upcoming devastation As you get nearer, I have no choice but to let the desert sand and dryness batter my skin till my eyes close in pain and I am left weepy and gutted, blindly seeking for your warm voice to guide me out of the storm But your winds are so hot that I cannot breathe and your blows are so strong that I cannot hear So I am forced to open my eyes to find yours and anchor my entire life and safety to your holy heart