THE STORM

The succession of hot and dry days meant only one thing - a storm was
imminent.

Just a few minutes ago, the seductive and blinding sun gave off bright
rays, as if it wanted to charm everything with its shimmering light.
Dazzling light. Сelestial body shimmed subtle, vigorous gleamed on the
patient sea as if playing. Not chilly, but the balmy wind coping this frisky
manner raised waves. Its ceaseless gust, the stuffy scent. Leaves and
branches, picked up by the arid wind, twirled in the sky. On the horizon
was a ship that had just entered the harbour. Waves, like silk, covered the
gritty coast, wrapping the seashore. Everything was still and quiet. The
fragile harmony between nature and people.

Suddenly a dismal roar resounded, and everything froze as if in

anticipation. The snug breeze was substituted by icy gusts of air. No trace
of nature kind to people was here at that time, something violent and
imminent came in its place. Relentless and eerie. Black clouds enswathe
the sky hinting- no more light will be here. No amiable wind and
whispering waves, only gloom and frenzy.

The storm was brewing, and a sense of fear and excitement testified to
it.

Twisted and angular shapes shimmered in the sky, flashes reminiscent

of cracked hearts, and their appearance was accompanied by a deafening
noise similar to swearing at humanity. The sky was a canvas of darkness,
with black clouds that threatened to unleash a tempest. Violet lightning
bolts appeared from time to time, accompanied by thunderous roars that
echoed throughout the land. Shook the very earth- the thunder was a
deafening rumble. The lightning in the sky added to the chaos with its
thunderous booms as if trying to intimidate all that lay beneath.
Irresistible doom.
The storm was like a caged animal, eager to break free and wreak havoc
on everything in its path.

The waves on the sea beat violently against the shore as if they wanted to
take their beloved land. The ocean, once a tranquil symphony of waves,
had transformed into a relentless beast that pummeled the shore. The
waves no longer lulled with their melody but crashed with a fury that was
both dangerous and alluring. The sand was no match for its fury, being
pushed back and reshaped with each new surge. The foam, once a
peaceful blanket, now flew in every direction, carried on the winds of the
storm. The waves were like horses, galloping towards the shore and
drowning everything in their path. The storm was a reflection of the
human emotions of anger and stubbornness. The sea would try to calm
itself, but the wind would not let it be, driving the waves forward.

The wind was the most frightening of all, its howling like the roar of a
beast that would not be tamed. Previously a gentle breeze, the gust now
howled, tossing everything in its path into the air and creating chaotic
tornadoes. Trees bent and swayed under its force, their branches creaking
in protest. The leaves were torn from the trees and carried away by the
winds as if nature was trying to strip everything bare. The wind was a
cruel mistress, caressing one moment and then battering the next. It was
a force to be reckoned with, a reminder of the raw power of nature.

But then, as suddenly as it began, the wind died down and the thunder
faded away. Wisps of white appeared in the distance, signalling the end of
the storm. The low roar of the calm sea reminds of its power. The waves
no longer pummeled the shore, but only lapped at the sand with a soft
lullaby. Nature was angry that day, like a parent scolding child for
misbehaviour. The street was deserted, save for the unusual, but also
heartworm smell. Petrichor.