ABSTRACT
What majesty is the desert storm coming on a plain. Seen from afar,
mountainous forms of gray frame the flat and dimensionless blue
sky. Winds rush through the brittle grasses. The air is energized.
Like a train barreling through town, the hard pounding of raindrops
and hail strikes charge the ground. With it comes the smell of water,
vegetation, wetted earth, and life. And then it’s gone. Left behind,
dappled pools evaporate in the resurgent Sun. Saline soil may leach
into the pools, and as the water evaporates, a taste of salt lingers.
