Storm
Eleana Turner Hurd
The waves are racing
Towards the shore.
Booming, crashing… more, more, more.
The sand is crunching beneath my feet,
Boom, crash, crunch.
Sandcastles toppling,
Umbrellas whisking by.
Storm clouds brewing,
Lands meets sky.
Booming waves,
Biting wind,
Full grey clouds,
Let the storm begin.
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