Where the Wind Blows

Flightless birds scatter across the sand. The peppered sky makes itself known. Innuendos of things unplanned as the winds cause the dunes to groan. The many-splendored waves are crashing to the rise and fall of turquoise tide. Sea foam gives the shore a good lashing as sand crabs run to the grasses to hide. The wind carries on in a mindless fashion carrying remnants of shells and debris. While stormclouds shriek on by with a passion. There's no calm now on the restless sea. Then quick as it all began it recedes. The wind dies down and blows away. Back to the waters the tide now leads; the end again of a stormy day. for Gail's contest "Where The Wind Blows" written May 17th,2013