The Coming Storm
Thunder sounds over the dreaming ocean
Shifting clouds compete for the best positions
The fresh scent of change carries on the wind
Birds are banking to land skimming the faulty cliffs,
crabs scuttle into hidden crevices
as drizzle turns to rain
I cease to wander giving credence to Nature’s signals,
I seek shelter
and safety envelops me as I enter my front door
Thunder sounds over the dreaming ocean
I watch lightning flashing over the cliffs,
cosy inside my living room,
like a crab in his element.
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