Power of a Storm

Dark clouds billow overhead, creating a landscape of gray. A veil shadows slowly spread, in the air, a misty sea spray. Hazy dim light filters through, adding no color to the day. The sea and sky, no trace of blue, leaving only a dreary display. In the darkest part of the night, a sea storm touched land. In the sky, flashes of light, illuminating beach and sand. Rolling thunder, crashing waves, came together, creating a roar. Occurring when nature misbehaves, and echoes the sounds of war. After an hour, the storm finally died, but leaving something to remind. Its effects are seen, island wide, proof of its power, left behind.