Spinning Sand Storms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Showering life with an abundance of blessings, taking us
onto the surface of freshly created deserts.

Sand storms hit and fill earth with thick clouds of dust,
spinning through the air, landing in our eyes, hair and
clothing.

Trying to shield our eyes to no avail, sand still gets
inside and tries to scratch our eyeballs.

Pretending to cry in order to form the tears needed to
wash it all from our sight without any injury whatsoever.