A storm is coming.
Can you see it rise?
Clouds on clouds,
Darkening the skies,
A whirlpool of seagulls
Their wings spread wide,
Observe from above
The swelling of the tide,
The sea as it churns
Angry and white,
Waves foaming and spluttering
In outbursts of light,
The air is like static,
Hear it crackle and hiss,
As it itches to experience
Lightning strike the abyss
The beach is deserted,
Been left cold and bare,
The ruins of sandcastles
Abandoned without care.
A storm is brewing,
Disturbed from its sleep,
Ruthless and wild
As it stirs from the deep.