Another normal morning I checked if there was at least one little thing of water but, before I could do that another huge storm came I warned my family that it was here so we got some wet towels and covered it on our faces and hoped we'd be save. 10 minutes had past and the wind had stopped. Most of the crops disappeared. “This is the tenth time this month,” ranted my wife sophia. “I know but..” “No! do you want nick to be blind because of all these sandstorms?!” Sophia asked and yelled at me. “then where do we go?” I asked. “the refugee camps in California,” I’ve knowed about these refugee camps for awhile but, I haven’t wanted to go because i’ve thought this dust storm would end. “Dad I don’t be blind or have this continue please can we
