The Storm

The sky grows dark,
The wind begins to snatch at the sea,
Rain thunders down,
The fishermen close their sails and flee.

A white streak is born from the grey cloud’s womb,
And cracks open the sky,
A crash of thunder destroys the air,
People below shriek and cry.

Gusts of wind twist and turn,
Hail pounds boats below,
Rolling waves smack at the harbour,
The nightmare storm fills hearts with woe.

But the angry wind forgives the land,
The sea strokes the harbour once more,
The rain ceases to fall and
The sky opens to reveal a ribbon of colour.

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