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.