Picture by b/d rice
Clouds gather along the horizon
billowing and dark
above the mountain peaks
ladened with a cache of rain pellets
ready for release.
Arsenal includes lightning
thunder and hailstones,
strong winds and freezing cold.
The beach is almost deserted
with the onslaught of high tide,
white caps on dark waves of ever increasing
size, surrounded by a surrealistic quiet.
First a few drops then the build up,
rapid like machine gun fire,
with rumblings and flashes overhead
it goes like this for hours.
Afterwards, the house still standing,
and by morning the sky is clear again
the beach littered with debris from the storm
desire, hope and regret.
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