Rough Sea

Down by the shore the wild winds blow,

The stormy sea puts on a show,

Waves shoot up like they’re touchin’ the sky,

Crashin’ and roarin’, they’re not shy.

The clouds are thick, all grey and grim,

With every splash, you feel the whim,

It’s a right mess, but oh, it’s grand,

Nature’s power at our command.

Thick salt spray flies, stings the face,

But there’s a thrill in the sea’s wild race,

Waves showing a temper, fighting the shore,

Can’t help but watch; you just want more.

So hold on tight when the storm rolls in,

Feel the rush, let the weather show begin,

For when it’s done, you’ll find the calm,

And there’s a beauty in the storm’s sweet charm