The Khamaseen Winds: an allegory

The Khamaseen Winds hit today, the desert's hot blanket of sand descending over the city.

It's no surprise, really. This kind of thing happens. Good days, bad days. Season after season.

But each of the last several week's early blast of hot, sandy wind is a vanguard of the truth. A harbinger for the fear that envelops the soul.

What if this is it? What if the winds bring the sand and never leaves? What if this is . . . the end?

No, you say, it cannot be. The city has huddled down before, waited out the huffing and the puffing that tears at the heart.

But what if this is different? What if the winds are here for good - ripping at loose shingles and branches. And what if it doesn't stop? Like dripping water, what if it allies with Time, and cannot be stopped?

What if the darkness of days is the darkness of life?