Thunder Ocean - October 3, 2010

The sweet sound of falling droplets,
Falling on deaf ears,
Claiming the sky like wind-born tears.
A crackle of luminous light,
Splitting the bright midnight sky.
The heavy heaves rolling across the wind
Like a booming barrage of music,
Covering your chest like a swollen tunic.
There is no break.
There is no end.
It crashes and booms
Crazed in its wake.
The salty sea spray shines in the light of the bolt.
It rages on till it is done.
Out of anger and overcome.
The thick mist clears,
When blown away by the new dawn.
The morning sun beams through thick puffs
turning the tide to a glowing blue.
The storm dissipates and grows cold.
Until the sky angers again.
Until next time when it becomes
Thunder Ocean.

-Crystal