A thick storm is raging towards us.
We await the storm to bring us fish from the ocean.
The sky turned grey as the thick clouds approached.
Lightning flashes behind the clouds and the sky roars like a beast.
Chills run down my spine leaving me with goosebumps.
The raging wind howls at the trees.
Not a bird to be seen in the sky yet my heart is racing.
I can smell the ocean in the wind. The stench of fish and salt water.
I gaze at the merciless sky. I see nature smirking at me.
The storm has finally arrived.
The sky dropped a plastic bottle.
What goes around, comes back around.
there doesn't seem to be anything here