Those stormy skies and thunderous clouds,
the wind attacked all round;
It pushed and pulled, without respect,
disturbing al it found.
exploding on the shore;
the beach bereft of human life,
emotions running wild;
the tears, the angst, despairing so:
outsider to my past;
yet stroked and nurtured, strangely and
at peace, out there, at last.The crashing turmoil churning fast,
the anger so unleashed;
at one, we were, the storm and I
that evening on the beach.
© Nicky Clifford 2016