Desert Storm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Desert Storm



Storm clouds pushing across the sky,
blowing gusts of wind, filled with
desert dirt from every direction.

Blinding us temporarily, with eyes
stinging, tearing and closing,
trying to defend themselves from
the onslaught derived from the storm.

Protectively shielding our faces so
we may breathe shallowly, until we can
get indoors.

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