Metaphorical expressions

The pounding impact routined each time the skin of the drum was struck creates a stable stream of waves vibrating through the fine sand on this dessert. 

Sometimes to the pleasantness of a calm dessert breeze, sometimes it staggers before the air is as cold as ice and other times it gets unbearably messy before the sand storm strikes. 

If ever the sun at its highest during the peak of the day would put a pair of aviators to tone down on its harshness, every living species might survive the dry terrains spread across the horizon.  

Buried deep in the coarseness of salt, sand and land they root their life form while shielding the outside word with their spike like defenses, pricking or stabbing any others who drifts nearer in search for hydration. 

Each time it is sliced opened or punctured to quench the need of other living forms, it is exposed and takes time to develop its guarded barrier and enhance its defense walls. Only after every reformation to be faced with the cycle of satisfying others do the scars of the processes remain.