a sound

Sitting by the sea,
the sounds of the waves dancing with the
sand, heaven lingering above.
In the distance, dark clouds rumble.
A brisk wind sends the sea into angry
swells.
The water and crashes into the sand.
Thunder echoes through the air.
Rain begins in the distance like a train.
The sound grows louder as it nears.
The drops of rain beat the sand with a
fierce rage.
In an instant, it's gone.
The clouds evaporate into the heavens and
the waves gently caress the sand as though
comforting each grain.
The sun sinks into the sea and the night
begins again.

Andrea Dawn Simpson