The wind rushes though my hair,
Whistling it's shrillness in my ear.
The thunder gives a deafening boom,
Echoing inside my skull.
It never ends,
The crashing of water on rocks.
Like war soldiers in battle,
The waves cry out.
Desperately wanting to
Be rid of such pandemonium.
I'm unsure of the havoc it's caused,
With all the loudness it brings.
Everything is on hyperdrive,
My ears even more so.
Now the wind is coming much faster,
Causing me to loose all sense of direction.
The high pitch of an alarm is off in the distance,
Still trying to resonate above all the turmoil.
Suddenly, everything stops
And I'm left to wonder where it all went.
No nosie, no thrashing of the trees,
Complete silence - trance like even.
It's over. I'm free.