The sky above the beach has turned to grey,

And soaks us with torrential floods of rain.

Then there is a jagged bolt of lightning,

Echoed by a rolling clash of thunder

That stridently stirs in the roiling cloud,

And driven on by icy cold north wind.

I brace myself against the beating wind,

With gaze turned upwards at the steely grey,

Praying for a break in glowering cl...

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