The sand is an eagle as it flies across the desert and eventually forms a mountain.
They fly together in a pack across the Sahara of nothingness.
As the wind blows, it forms sweet ripples in the smooth sand.
As the sand flies, the dry cactuses are just dots to them.
As the cactuses watch, they look for water.
But they see none.
But then they see gray in the clouds, and a couple drops come down and it starts raining, pouring.
They have been blessed.
They collect the water after almost dying from the drought.
