The television has informed
of a sea size sand storm in the Sahara.
In Texas there is Sahara over San Antonio.
It's form is severe overcast
that feels like approaching rain.
Rain which is almost always welcome in South Texas.
Two days from rough draft we can taste the desert dust.
These are the moments when how small the planet feels
and even in a sense God's power is broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem