Billowing winds, skimming the surface of the dark gray sea.
Churning the water, forceful and wild.
A distant howling, the promise of an untethered force.
Swirling mute skies, the storm approaches.
Gathering pace, gathering noise.
Waves rising higher, crashing from their peak,
to the foamy wash below.
She will take no prisoner’s, have no mercy.
Arc’s of silver flash in the distance,
into the depth’s of the angry sea.
A building crescendo of deep, growling,
Mother nature, she reigns supreme,
ethereal, powerful, a universal queen.