Storm

We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves as if the tempest was demanding what it craves Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes * * * Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame Nature's forces can be impossible to tame Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged And so the storm came with raging temper to vent, pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm