The Red Storm – Erin

I love the mystical whirlwind of dust,
The earthy colours swirling around.
I feel like a magician, conjuring up this storm,
But I know this event is just Mother Nature at work.
I stretch out my arms, feeling the dirt,
It brushes past my arms like tiny pinpricks.
I can hear the rustling of stray branches,
The occasional chirp of a lost bird.
The desert is a plane of shattered red,
A rippling sheet of glitter, with cracks running through.
I love the mystical whirlwind of dust,
The earthy colours swirling around.