Roasted Cadaver-Scorpion Wind

I am the night that robs you of light The night wind that chills to the bone I am the cold stillness, the stars and the harshness The darkness you wander alone I am the sun that parches the desert I am that desert where you meander forever I am the heat that scorches your feet As you collapse miles from the water I am the vulture that feeds and feasts On the flesh of your bloated cadaver I am the rain that subdues the heat Albeit for you I arrive somewhat late But in time to wash the dust from your bones And moisten the place you repose all alone I am the breeze that scatters the leaves The storm that turns towns upside down I am the wind, the rain and the thunder The furious torrent that rips all asunder And tears what is dead, and that which is living Without regard for what I'm taking or leaving