Tempestuous Love

There is a calm across the waters, The sky tis sullen and laden, As the heavens pail with discolour. The sea bestills with anticipation, Birds fleeing , seeking, haven. A silence begins to fall, as the tempest, draws near. Clouds begin to stir , as a shuffling rumble is heard . A gentle zephyr lulls across the the sea, Tis the beginning. Slowly it draws nearer, Ominously approaching, eddying, waiting, With eerie intent. A crackling whip is heard, the heavens explode with light, A cacophonic symphony begins, all is ablaze , A myriad of sight and sounds, Seas boiling, afroth, Whipped unmercilessly , by hellish gales, Bolts of unearthly radiance, flash and eminate the sky. Sheets , and torrents, plummet down , In violent cascades, Blinding , soaking in its fury. I watch as nature releases its harness, Unleashing the elemental forces. Here I stand , alone the shore , Awed , in reverie, of such a power. Yet ever , as always , the storm abates, The rains begin to ease, The winds , soften, clouds , drift away. The sunshine , returns , Birds , begin to sing ,the sea gently, waves. I am left , with , a longing, and a joy, Of such wonders, That I shall come again , to these shores , And watch the storms , Next time , hell ,unchains the shackles , To her door. Clement Hardy.