The sea washes over the rocks With a drop of salt and water lukewarm Splashing into splits inside unknown to man And rushing headlong into a storm. Grumpy clouds gather collecting froth Scooping sea water into its mass Then spitting it out like thunder Relentless and as bold as brass. Clouds twist and curve Rinsed and now on fast spin Wringing out and making clean The sky now glows like a shiny new pin. Everywhere is drenched Drying in the midday sun. Storm chasers beware because The day has only just begun.