Storms Are Fierce

They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash, and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish; a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach... never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech! Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed; pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks: no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed!