Soldiers and Sand

Entrenched soldiers, they lie
Between layers of the dead
Half their comrades below
The rest overhead
As another wave passes
They can feel the crashes
Of bombs on the death field
Their gruesome shield
The sun on the horizon their only hope and solace
Just a little longer

After a few warm days, a rainstorm leaves but a shallow layer of wet sand above several inches which are dry. Past that distance the wet sand again takes over, creating an interesting, almost oreo-like set of layers on the beach. You may see a soaked beach, but take a step in, and your feet bring dry sand back up with them. Strange. Another storm approaches in the distance, but even this will likely not be enough to complete the dousing.