Storm arrives
at the vast desert.
Sands deformed
into coarse raindrops.
Cactus shivered
a scarlet exotic flore.
Puzzled caravans
strayed feeble camels
to ashen cheeks of dune,
praying, in a forgotten kaaba,
for a mirage of oasis forlorn.
Looming was the roar of wind,
and rage under dying calm.
Daylight worthed not to be shrined
unless faith was a bewildered breath.
Storm arrived
at the comforted hearts,
Souls deformed
by the unquenched thirst.
Life shivered
a song in tune nevermore.
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