 | Electrical currents flow over me,
Rain pitter-patters on the sea.
Dark gray clouds blanket the sky
And I watch objects fly by. Driving winds twist and turn,
The crashing waves begin to churn.
White sea-foam shatters on shore,
Creatures cling to the ocean floor.
The rain is thrashing down,
Beating divots into the sandy ground.
Lightning stretches white and purple arms,
Deafened is the sound of ringing alarms.
The tempest races on and on,
For a storm’s beauty is never calm.
Submitted by Anastasia Combs
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