The Narration Of Unrealistic Writers

We stand a few feet from the battering, foaming waves, they can foretell if hail or rain is coming to scatter us... as we run for cover to the beach house color rust; should we wait for those swollen clouds to bust? To get frightened is to imagine an immediate evacuation, or even an illusional mirage from deadly hydration; peacefulness is the narration of unrealistic writers, not of the cautious fishermen securing their rocking boats! Any other day along this crowded and vibrant bay all comes alive with this sweet song, " Be mindful of today, tomorrow is unknown. " How true it sounds to our ears when notes and voices thrive; we look beyond this small island: so endless seems the clear horizon! Storms may come and go, but the scenery remains intact; people who were born here and built their homes, stay here: unless they are forced by dire reasons, they'll unwillingly leave: someone says," My grandad built this house with excessive sweat! "