Storm

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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