A Storm is Brewing

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,

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.