Before the Tempest

The wind was blowing hard

The whole house seemed to shift and creak

With each gust, the candle light flickered

Casting a ghostly glow that shadowed on

The faces of my brothers and sisters

I scoot closer to my mother and lay my head on her lap

As the dampness begins to fill our tiny house as if it

Threatened to drown us with each breath we took

My father boarding up our windows in preparation for the storm

As the drizzle began to hit our window panes

You could smell the sea, that smell that had been so refreshing

Seemed to be stuffy, sicking smell now

The gulls were quiet, you could hear the sea churning

As if it were mad and could no longer fit into it borders of the beach

Threatening to boil over and sweep our little house right off the cliffs

To be lost in the sea forever

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