Storms Coming

I close my eyes and the sun goes down I open my eyes i see the dark sky I can see the shinng stars The ocean brezze The thunder far east I see the water wash the sand of As birds quickly fly to the south The air calls my name As the boats pull to the shallow ports There all coming in The ocean stats to roar The currents underneath seem to seperate Peopel running in different ways As the storm get ready to finally appear Children running ,many lost The sky beings to spark As yellow thunder strikes The winds pick up Finally it Strikes