Storm Surge

The crescent moon spoke quarter truths glowing yellow orange in the evening sky. Crickets and katydids chirped loud and incessant and the gray day sky revealed streaks of red, orange and purple. A last appearance of the sun light grazed the heavens brilliant yellow in the setting apparitions as the trees remained still in the windless dusk. Off to the west all settled still and quiet but to the east, the ocean waves churned loud and the fading tropical storm cried out again. Storm surge, pounding surf echoed in deafening sounds pulling sand out to the ocean floor calling back in foolish unheard cries. Surfers, swimmers, onlookers are few most escaped to safety and retreat to higher shores to wait the passing storm.