The abundance of blue seemed angry, waves aggressively hitting the sand. Children were screaming, laughing, running away from the edge of the water, acting as if it was molten lava. The chaos caused by parents trying to gather their kids, scooping them up and running, multiple cramped under one umbrella, trying to find shelter. The sand turned dark as did the clouds, as did her dripping clothes. But despite all this, she found peace when the world roared. Streaks of white painting the horizon, beautiful as they danced in the clouds, decorating the sky. As the once bright sun got obscured by gloomy clouds, she lay down on the rock, letting the water consume her, letting the sky light up and scream. The beach that mere moments ago was filled with excitement and glee had become deserted, rumbling thunder there to fill the silence.
But once it all ended, it was quiet. The tired out storm spoke its last words, and after that, no longer did the world roar. It sat, suffering in its own silence. The sky once dark and vengeful now stood foggy and quiet, almost ashamed. The sandcastles that previously were filled with glee, tall and striking, lay there in despair. The wind stayed still, no longer blowing her hair, obstructing her vision by shielding her face. The sun slowly made its appearance from hiding, shining in all its glory. The waves reached a perfectly dead calm. The beach was at rest. And so was she.
She loved the rain, but she also loved the feeling right after. The sense of serenity that takes charge of her whole body when the storm comes to a stop and when the sky is painted smokey grey. She even loved the smell of a tired storm. The lingering scent of the sand and salty water invaded her nose, and she let it. When it rained, she was comforted. When it rained, she was at ease.
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