Small verse about the weather

Desert.
Tormented wind
sweeps dust into my eyes,
blinds the sun, and makes us both cry
raindrops.

———
http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/cinquains-for-day-five/

By pure coincidence, my poem for yesterday had stanzas of 5 lines also, though not quite as structured as in this form.

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