Before the storm, the shore was a graceful arc of sand, glittering under the summer sun, a place for a serene ocean to lap. A fleeting flurry of sand waves rolled in with a soothing swish. Every few steps lay a shell, a treasure of the aquatic world just out of reach. The small, wet pebbles that lined the beach sparkled in the bright light of the day. I reached down to pick one up, running my finger over its smooth surface. It was curved perfectly, with no sharp edges or jagged bends. I swung my arm back and flicked my wrist, watching the delicate pebble gently hop across the surface of the sea. The gentle water mirrored the sky above, both of them blue and shimmering. Deep down under the water, it’s like being in a different world. Schools
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The wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightning ripped the air and within seconds, the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. The rain lashed down, torrential, unforgiving. Newspapers blew along the streets and umbrellas turned inside out. When the puddles had formed the rain danced in them like watery spirits. Then the sky shook with the cry of the thunder and I ran faster for home.
Next day, I stood arms folded, shivering uncontrollably. The glacial water reached up to caress my toes only to roll out again. Salt water sprayed my chapped lips and made my swelling eyes even drier. The cold dead sand seemed so dull and dead against the murky brown waters. Children stood like statues on the shore. Chills ran up their spindled skinny legs. The air vibrated with the rhythmic pounding of the waves as a salty wind blew. I shook with fear, never before had I seen such a body of water, never before had my eyes been able to wander so far into the horizon without anything in sight. The sand was pitted and without a single print. It wasn’t pristine of course, but the fallen trees ahead forced me to pause and remember the old
The wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightning ripped the air and within seconds, the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. The rain lashed down, torrential, unforgiving. Newspapers blew along the streets and umbrellas turned inside out. When the puddles had formed the rain danced in them like watery spirits. Then the sky shook with the cry of the thunder and I ran faster for home.
Next day, I stood arms folded, shivering uncontrollably. The glacial water reached up to caress my toes only to roll out again. Salt water sprayed my chapped lips and made my swelling eyes even drier. The cold dead sand seemed so dull and dead against the murky brown waters. Children stood like statues on the shore. Chills ran up their spindled skinny legs. The air vibrated with the rhythmic pounding of the waves as a salty wind blew. I shook with fear, never before had I seen such a body of water, never before had my eyes been able to wander so far into the horizon without anything in sight. The sand was pitted and without a single print. It wasn’t pristine of course, but the fallen trees ahead forced me to pause and remember the old