Force of nature

An almighty storm was imminent. The clouds suggested as much, and it wouldn’t be long before the wind picked up steam. It was transpiring rapidly with the darkness caving in as the howls of the wind created intense ripples on the surface of the water.

The air was thick with a salty aroma and birds flocked swiftly to find a safe haven. Another sure sign of the abysmal weather approaching. The dark clouds created an ominous feeling and they blotted out the remaining sunlight casting shadows across the sky.

It was a force of nature engulfing the air making its presence known, acting as a representation one can only describe as fury.

What was the wind angry about? Perhaps the devastation caused by mankind?

The waves had caused all sorts of rubbish to wash up. Plastic bottles, deflated rubber dinghy’s, buckets, odd flip flops and masses of waste strewed the beach.

It was a shocking scene as if the storm and the ocean were working together, fighting back and making a proclamation. The rain started hammering, the sound thunderous as the heavens whimpered in what sounded like pain.

Then the storm eased, the rain stopped, and the dark clouds dispersed. It was over so quickly that unless you were there you may never have known of what had just emerged.

However, what was left was an immense amount of waste as if the ocean had just tried to cleanse itself.

Sadly, it wouldn’t have even made much of a dent.

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