Storm Pending, Pier Bracing

Storm Pending, Pier Bracing

The condos appear to burn, from behind Hazed sunlight filled with grey smoke. Am I alongside an erupting volcanoe? With great plumes of ash laden smoke and cloud billowing? Vohomiting? Venting?

Tis the evening sky pushing forward Gelling with the last strands of crimson glows. Gulls feel the pending storm, crying out in relentless unease. The massive clouds linger in hovering formation.

Featherlike clouds dust the tops of the willows that sway but do not fall back. The wind grows strong holding fast all in its wake. Faint remnants of pin striped sunlight hail from behind feeble attempts to regain control.

And though the masses have dispersed, there is no silence or serenity. Waves whip at the ankles of stragglers in the surf, Vehicles in convoy saturate the atmosphere. Speed bumps are no means of halting wreckless spirits.

The lake shivers and battles to hold ground, The yachts bob from side to side, the sentinels sway back and forth. A rumble heard, deep and pending warning, The outlook is foreboding, nature commands life! Life does her bidding