I sat on the beach looking at the brewing storm approaching. The clouds were dark and the lighting was blue. Together they almost looked like the bruise on my thigh. The angry navy waves crashed violently on the pale sand, almost as if it was seeking vengeance. The dry parts of the sand skittered across itself as the strong winds got stronger. The beach was abandoned and oddly calming. The cry of a seagull was almost drowned out from the oceans aggression. The menacing clouds move at an almost alarming pace. I glance behind me, having to shield my pale wind burned face to see my longboard resting against the old eroded wooden walk way. I bring up my black hoodie to keep the small grains of sand out of my jade eyes, a massive crack of thunder rips open the sky and down poured the cold rain.
