As massive as the ocean is, seemingly incomparable in power to any other natural force, it dwindled in authority this evening. At the command of a deep, hearty, quaking thunder, a powerful concussion I felt through my legs milliseconds before the deafening roar commanded the attention of every beach goer in attendance that evening.
The puffy white, cumulus clouds that formed giant pillows in the clear, sapphire blue skies, seemed to flee to find shelter, moving out hastily to provide space for the brooding, dark mass, an impenetrable, menacing darkness, stretching from the ends of the ocean.
Even the Sun decided that it would be unwise to stick around, and disappeared behind the growing mass, which now enveloped the entire atmosphere. …show more content…
The wind whipped at my face, pulling at my clothes, as though it were trying to persuade me to flee. The chilling wind carried with it the spray of salty mist from the white capping waves, that themselves looks as though they were trying to escape onto the shore. Rolling over each other disorderly, cracking and roaring as they pounded into the beach. The sand that was previously laid out like a continuous blanket across the ground, became animated, each grain performed an irate dance, then banded together to create a tan mirage of rolling streams. The streams pattered as they crashed into my skin, stinging as though a thousand needles were being thrust into my flesh.
The formidable mass was upon me now, lightening flashing throughout the mass in long jagged blinding streaks, resembling in both appearance and significance, the windshield of a car after a head-on collision. The thunder seemed to be continuous, a constant shaking roar, feeling synonymous with the earthshattering impact of artillery fire. The wind howled and gusted strongly as to test my steadfastness. Pushing into my chest like an invisible bulldozer.
The rain dove down from the mass as though they were a fleet of kamikazes, not falling, but flying down from the mass with harmful intent. Blankets and blankets of rain flew from the mass, swarming down as a hive of hornets, stinging and welting my skin wherever they
The puffy white, cumulus clouds that formed giant pillows in the clear, sapphire blue skies, seemed to flee to find shelter, moving out hastily to provide space for the brooding, dark mass, an impenetrable, menacing darkness, stretching from the ends of the ocean.
Even the Sun decided that it would be unwise to stick around, and disappeared behind the growing mass, which now enveloped the entire atmosphere. …show more content…
The wind whipped at my face, pulling at my clothes, as though it were trying to persuade me to flee. The chilling wind carried with it the spray of salty mist from the white capping waves, that themselves looks as though they were trying to escape onto the shore. Rolling over each other disorderly, cracking and roaring as they pounded into the beach. The sand that was previously laid out like a continuous blanket across the ground, became animated, each grain performed an irate dance, then banded together to create a tan mirage of rolling streams. The streams pattered as they crashed into my skin, stinging as though a thousand needles were being thrust into my flesh.
The formidable mass was upon me now, lightening flashing throughout the mass in long jagged blinding streaks, resembling in both appearance and significance, the windshield of a car after a head-on collision. The thunder seemed to be continuous, a constant shaking roar, feeling synonymous with the earthshattering impact of artillery fire. The wind howled and gusted strongly as to test my steadfastness. Pushing into my chest like an invisible bulldozer.
The rain dove down from the mass as though they were a fleet of kamikazes, not falling, but flying down from the mass with harmful intent. Blankets and blankets of rain flew from the mass, swarming down as a hive of hornets, stinging and welting my skin wherever they