It comes like a storm
In the middle of summer
For a moment, some shade
Then a sudden burst
The water pounds you
Leaves you scrambling
To hide, as you fear cold
For a minute or two
Then it's all gone
As quickly as it came
And what is left
Is a carpet of sand
It covers your hair
And blinds your eyes
It's chocking grip
Your heart entwines
This storm which came
A lullaby it sang
This storm now gone
Distraught my soul it left
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