The sandy storm is gathering
And the heat is pouring out
We sat in out tents and prayed that the anchors stands the tent
Our masks worn as we watched the storm approach
Dust filled the air
Nothing but ourselves we could see
Then the distant noise slowly drew in
Then the drops tickled our ears and slowly cleared the air
It was magical
It was unseen
Rains in the Sahara
We witnessed nature descend
The brown sand watched away
The warm rain drops chased away the heat of the day
We each came out
Leaving the tent behind
Walked on the now mushy desert ground
And let the rain soak our bodies and brown our skins
We rain along
The day was young and so were we
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem