Warm air like a hot shower,
But dry like a cold winters day.
Silent like the night,
But eerie like an alley way.
Sand floods the floors and rooms of a home,
as if it were an oceans wave coming in like a tsunami.
Nothing but destruction and an endless amount rushing through.
Slowly and surly, the place left to be abandoned.
The warm air of the desert slowly creeps in.
Leaving the home to be like...
