Thankfully it wasn’t too bad for us this time! Really feel for those who had it much worse.
After the storm, a scene unveiled,
Saharan sands upon the patio hailed,
Nature’s artistry in shades of rust,
A daunting task, a cleanup is a must.
Beneath the sun’s unforgiving glare,
Footprints of the desert everywhere,
Brooms in hand, we gather ’round,
To reclaim our sanctuary, dusty ground.
Each sweep and scrub, a rhythmic dance,
As we restore our outdoor expanse,
Whispering winds may have their say,
But we’ll chase the sand and make it sway.
In unity, we work, a determined team,
Chasing away the desert’s dream,
With every stroke, we clear the way,
To enjoy our patio another day.
The Poems I Never Wrote 