Creosote in my veins
A Desert Rat is what I am
What I'll always be.
This world around me
This foreign place
Soaks into my pores.
Other people see nothing
I suppose
They don't hear the sounds.
That the Desert makes.
All around me.
Days too hot
Nights too cold.
Rain
Thunder
I hear your call.
Survival here
Seems impossible here
I know.
But I'm here.
You're here.
That makes it
The most beautiful
Place on Earth.
So sit back
Enjoy the storms.
You appreciate
Survival more
The less it rains.
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