It was a storm. Dry, there was no water. Not even a single drop fell that day. But it was a storm. The sun was blocked out, but there wasn't a single cloud that day. There was no thunder, but still there are a horrifying sound in the air. There was no fire, but still it burned. The people, they watched in wonder. As there city was torn asunder. This was not an beginning, but a prelude. The people though were still indifferent. Sand, that is what will undo this desert city. Water, it will just watch from the side lines as it has always done. And then one day there will be heaps and heaps of sand, with dunes and mounds the landscape will be painted. And I, I will have returned from whence I came.