Cottesloe Beach on a Rainy Day

Lucas Prince Year 7

Muted cornflower blue water encased in white foam crashes on the rocks. In the distance bright orange buoys jump around in the sea, like goldfish out of water. The sun is covered by a layer of grey clouds, only little streams of laser beam light make their way past. The sand is soaked, and the rain has made miniscule divots on the surface and ripples in the water. The waves crash loudly against the shore like thunder in a raging storm. In the distance seagulls squawk and fly, trying to find cover.

The salty air blows out from the ocean and hangs heavy and thick with salt. Seaweed that has just washed up on the shore smells of salty fish. The sand underfoot is damp, but dry and fluffy a few centimetres down, like a pancake covered in wet maple syrup. The sharp rocks are jagged and rough, with a very thin layer of algae making them slippery. Rain is falling, soaking everything it touches. The beach is grey and bleak and disappointing. The warmth of summer is yet to arrive and dry everything out.