Bernard Shaw - Storm.

Winds blowing in off the stormy sea,
Sea Gulls fighting the elements raw.
A sight to fascinate all that see,
This most fearsome chaos on the sea-shore.
Boats pitching and tossing on each breaking wave,
It seemed there was nothing that they could save.
Storm clouds ruled the Heavens that night,
Fearsome the thunder and lightning bright.
Rains flooding the land at a breathless pace,
Each dropp falling into its chaotic place,
A night to remember with dreadful awe,
As the storm swept over the sea-shore.

Bernard Shaw

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