The Beauty Of The Desert

A cool breeze wafted through, stirring dust clouds, breaking the  monotony of the blazing sun. One can hear the rustle of palm leaves, the sinous sounds of snake on sand, and the sharp cry of a hawk circling overhead. 
She took this all in, breathing the warm air with a hint of dust, with smells one could never comprehend in this part of the world, her long air flying in the breeze, her hand held tight on her schmiter, her brown eyes taking in the wonders of her home, THE DESERT!!

some stuff off the top of my head... =P i think a lot of people reely dont appreciate the beauty of the desert unless they actually live near it.. =)
hope u like it...