Desert Storm
The sun rose and there was a hush across the plains of the desert,
not a breath of wind stirred on the horizon.
The sun 's heat beat down on the scorched earth
and the small shrubs are stand ing huddled and withdrawn.
Out of the heavens the whisper of a breath is promised
there is a premonition of something to come
there is a sudden rush of hot, sticky air that sucks out
the last bit of moisture from the small desert bushes
the dust is caught in the movement of the air
rising to form a huge cloud, swirling and making patterns
The wind storm rages and the sand strips bare all in its path
Then as suddenly as it came it is no more and all becomes silent .
written by Cara 2002
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