Wednesday, January 14, 2015


I can feel the storm approaching.
Moving closer to shore.
A spray of water in my face.
Salt in the air.
Palm trees swaying.
Sand rippling.
A wildness in the air.
Birds fleeing for safety.
Waves crashing.
Sky turning darker.
Red in its anger.
Roaring its fury.
Raining down tears.
When will it end?
Once the sky is finished.
Once it’s calmed down.
The sun will peek out.
The birds will return.
And all will be right
with the world.
Tantrum over.

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